Freya ended up in Benjamin's convertible, wedged uncomfortably between Ben and Brianna, feeling like her giant boobs were sticking in both of their faces (which they were, to their delight). Benjamin obviously had to reach between her legs to control the stick shift car, while Brianna mercilessly teased her, asking her if she was sure she was a lesbian, because she sure wasn't acting like one.
She was about to bite back, "Neither are you", when Benjamin put his hand on her thigh, and put the throttle to the floor. Flying through the night, wind buffeting her everywhere, she could see the needle on the speedometer passing 100 when Brianna decided to mercilessly tease her, hand between her legs, rubbing her slit up and down.
Brianna screamed something inaudible at her, and Freya, legs clamping together screamed back, not even sure what she was trying to say, but Brianna just laughed, interspersed with screaming until they pulled out of a forest in front of a mansion whose walls seemed to be made of glass, with various pieces of huge glass art filling the lawn.
When the car began slowing down, Brianna stopped screaming and instead, latched onto Freya's tit, suckling it in her mouth. Freya felt like she was going to explode from head to toe. Benjamain took her hand off her leg and, thrusting the gearbox into a downshift, he put both his hands on the wheel; and forwhatver reason, that lack of stimulation was enough for her to go over the edge, exploding messily as the car pulled into the garage.
Benjamain reached below to put the car into park, and when he drew his hand back, found it covered with a sticky substance. Freya stared, wide eyed, as he sniffed it, then meeting her eyes, slowly gave his fingers a single lick.