tub of oil falls off the roof of the car and flows down my back and sides to spill over the front of the car onto the floor. My body slides on the hood in the slickness, rocking back and forth as I try urgently to take in air as we part.
He reaches down and pulls at my blouse, pulls until two buttons break free. I lift my skirt up around my waist as I take one half of the blouse aside and remove a breast from my bra, fuller than most men expect from a girl of my frame and always met with enthusiasm. He drops his head and takes a nipple into his mouth while his fingers continue to plunge into my slit below, my desire gathering thick around his fingers, oil warm and viscous against my buttocks and the tight balloon knot of my anus flattened out against the hood.
I open my mouth and look to the fluro lighting above, overcome by the moment. The resolve remains. Without these clothes his cock would already be inside me. I’m definitely wet enough, wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, thin rivulets running down my thighs to mix with the oil that drools off the bonnet.
I need him desperately, the need urgent and pressing as it coils in the pit of my stomach and core. I want his cock more than anything. I want it buried deep inside me - now.
I make the move, reaching between us and pulling his zipper down. I fish in his jocks for his cock, finding it hard as a steel bar. I pull it out, directing it towards my pussy.
My only heel drops off onto the concrete and pooled oil as he continues to suck and pull at my nipple, his tongue leaving it to loop around my areola.
I roll my hand over the fat knob of his cock, feel the tip of it leaking pre-come. He gasps aloud as I place him against my opening, spreading my legs so the hot mouth of my pussy widens and beckons him inside.
His scent becomes stronger, as done my own, the union sending my hips jerking towards him. My groin aches for him. Fill it! it begs. Fill me!
I know all the blood in my body is pooling between my thighs, that my lips are swollen to soft pillows there. Even I can smell the earthy female aroma that emanates from between them, that which spellbinds men so.
He holds the fleshy undersides of my thighs, my cunt split wide for him.
I am powerless to stop him. I simply need the fire that has ignited between my legs to be quelled.
I bite into his shoulder as he enters me, my flesh stretching to accommodate him. He thrusts forward, my body swallowing his cock with hunger.
He slams forward and I respond, clenching my muscles, milking him as he works into a rhythm. I place my hands on his buttocks, pressing into the denim to rock him forward against me, whispering god, god over and over as he grinds down against my clit and his cock slides right into the hot compression of my pussy.
He’s breathless by my ear. I close my eyes. “Fuck me,” I beg.
His cock is silky inside me. He slides in deep. An actual tear falls down my face onto the hood of the Chevy as I swing against him, ass cheeks rolling against the metal until he hilts himself inside me.
He thrusts harder, faster, building and building as I lift with him. My fingers claw into his backside. He hammers against me like a madman, the oil that was spilt cooling around my ass.
I’m clenching him so hard I’m sure it will leave bruising, but I don’t care. I don’t give a flying fuck about anything but getting off.
He pumps into my pussy harder still as I rise up to meet him. He lifts me from the car, punching into me with everything he has.
When he nears, when his breath becomes as rapid and ragged as my own, our mutual orgasms building, I press my lips to his ear and whisper, “I want your cum inside me.”
It sends him over the edge immediately. He pushes his pubic bone hard against my clit and, cock pulsing, pumps his release deep inside me.
My own orgasm rushes up and I’m drawn so far into it I’m blinded momentarily as we convulse and twist together.
Finally, my back wilts and I
He reaches down and pulls at my blouse, pulls until two buttons break free. I lift my skirt up around my waist as I take one half of the blouse aside and remove a breast from my bra, fuller than most men expect from a girl of my frame and always met with enthusiasm. He drops his head and takes a nipple into his mouth while his fingers continue to plunge into my slit below, my desire gathering thick around his fingers, oil warm and viscous against my buttocks and the tight balloon knot of my anus flattened out against the hood.
I open my mouth and look to the fluro lighting above, overcome by the moment. The resolve remains. Without these clothes his cock would already be inside me. I’m definitely wet enough, wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, thin rivulets running down my thighs to mix with the oil that drools off the bonnet.
I need him desperately, the need urgent and pressing as it coils in the pit of my stomach and core. I want his cock more than anything. I want it buried deep inside me - now.
I make the move, reaching between us and pulling his zipper down. I fish in his jocks for his cock, finding it hard as a steel bar. I pull it out, directing it towards my pussy.
My only heel drops off onto the concrete and pooled oil as he continues to suck and pull at my nipple, his tongue leaving it to loop around my areola.
I roll my hand over the fat knob of his cock, feel the tip of it leaking pre-come. He gasps aloud as I place him against my opening, spreading my legs so the hot mouth of my pussy widens and beckons him inside.
His scent becomes stronger, as done my own, the union sending my hips jerking towards him. My groin aches for him. Fill it! it begs. Fill me!
I know all the blood in my body is pooling between my thighs, that my lips are swollen to soft pillows there. Even I can smell the earthy female aroma that emanates from between them, that which spellbinds men so.
He holds the fleshy undersides of my thighs, my cunt split wide for him.
I am powerless to stop him. I simply need the fire that has ignited between my legs to be quelled.
I bite into his shoulder as he enters me, my flesh stretching to accommodate him. He thrusts forward, my body swallowing his cock with hunger.
He slams forward and I respond, clenching my muscles, milking him as he works into a rhythm. I place my hands on his buttocks, pressing into the denim to rock him forward against me, whispering god, god over and over as he grinds down against my clit and his cock slides right into the hot compression of my pussy.
He’s breathless by my ear. I close my eyes. “Fuck me,” I beg.
His cock is silky inside me. He slides in deep. An actual tear falls down my face onto the hood of the Chevy as I swing against him, ass cheeks rolling against the metal until he hilts himself inside me.
He thrusts harder, faster, building and building as I lift with him. My fingers claw into his backside. He hammers against me like a madman, the oil that was spilt cooling around my ass.
I’m clenching him so hard I’m sure it will leave bruising, but I don’t care. I don’t give a flying fuck about anything but getting off.
He pumps into my pussy harder still as I rise up to meet him. He lifts me from the car, punching into me with everything he has.
When he nears, when his breath becomes as rapid and ragged as my own, our mutual orgasms building, I press my lips to his ear and whisper, “I want your cum inside me.”
It sends him over the edge immediately. He pushes his pubic bone hard against my clit and, cock pulsing, pumps his release deep inside me.
My own orgasm rushes up and I’m drawn so far into it I’m blinded momentarily as we convulse and twist together.
Finally, my back wilts and I
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