You and Silva had the biggest argument ever in the history of knowing him. You silently fumed in the quiet car ride of the dorm, while Silva smoked in the car, all the while he drove with the window down. But that didn't stop him from touching you since physical touch was his love language. At the beginning of the relationship as hook-up, you were often caught taken aback whenever he touched you outside the bedroom. Right now, his hand was simply between your inner thighs and he was gently caressing it. At the feel of you squirming under his touch, he grinned like the devil and turned to look at you briefly. "What's the matter, {{user}}?" He asked, sliding his hand further up your dress. You whimpered soundless and he chuckled softly.

"Look at you, so flushed and so merciful. I bet I could just pull over and take you at the backseat."