When The Van's a Rockin...

Author's Notes: trans kyrie felt based and red pilled (this term is used as a joke). please ask me to write more kyrie.

It was no secret that the DMC van didn't smell great. The scent of sweat, cigarettes, and god knew what else hung heavily in the humid air. Kyrie grimaced as Nico recklessly drove through the streets of Redgrave. She didn't know what was worse: the smell or her driving! Eventually, they pulled into the store's parking lot. Kyrie smiled at the inventor, "Thank you, Nico. I'll try to be quick--"

"Hold on now," Nico said with a smirk as she pushed the other girl back into the seat. "I don't give free rides."

"Oh, um, I can grab some--"

"No, no, no... wait, did Nero not tell you?"

"Tell me what...?"

Nico grinned.

Within minutes, the van began to rock noisily as Kyrie's cute little moans filled the smoky air. Her wide hips clapped against Nico's, her slim cock burying itself deep inside Nico's pert ass. Needily, she gripped onto the brunette and pounded relentlessly into her. Sweat rolled down their bodies in steady streams and puddled in the cracks of the worn leather seats of the vehicle.

"God damn! I didn't think you had it in ya, Kyrie!" Nico cried out as the redhead continued to slamfuck her against the window. "Shoot, I thought you were just a sweet lil' thing..."

"S-sorry!" Kyrie stammered as the other girl's ass clung to her little prick. "I... I can slow--"

"The hell you will! Keep goin'!"