gasped at the penetration,
placing one hand on the mirror to steady her stance as Coles finger
mercilessly fucked her to the point where her body started to
judder.
“Are you about to come, Vicki?” he hissed,
with a deep desire congealed to his words.
His cock was so hard that it ached, and the
need to rip her clothes off there and then, to fuck her up against
the misted mirror, was becoming a hard job to domineer.
“Was that a question, Cole?” she mocked
breathlessly, and felt the sweat slickening between her
breasts.
“Yes, Vicki, it was. But I don’t think you’re
in any situation to stop me from asking it. So... are you about to
come?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” she answered
shamelessly.
His eyes locked with hers once more in the
mirror, watching as the sexual longing claimed her, clamping its
claws tightly round her, and at the very moment, Cole removed his
finger promptly from her soaked pussy.
“Tough! Karmas a bitch!” he growled, and
carved a devilish smirk on that handsome face.
She turned on her heels to face him, and
clasped the hand that was, only moments ago, inside her, within her
own.
“Yes, but unlike you, Cole, I can handle it,”
she noted, and began to suck his fingers clean of her arousal,
which sparked a hiss of gratification from Cole.
She pushed him back against the hot glass and
kissed him, devouring him with such power and passion that it left
his lips tingling and sore when she pulled away and ran out of the
maze.
“Such a tease,” he whispered to himself, and
laughed as he ran after her once again.
By the time he reached the Cadillac, Vicki
was already waiting for him, engine roaring and music blaring.
“Come on, get in.” She nudged her head along
with her words.
When it came to this girl, Cole had no
patience, so he leaped over the side of car, slammed, bottom first,
on the passenger seat, and she drove towards their final
destination.
She drove like a maniac, a woman on a
mission, as though she was racing against time itself. The tune “Here” by Syron, boomed so prominently from the speakers
that Cole could barely hear his own thoughts. The feisty wild side
of Vicki was beginning to truly show itself, as Cole watched the
music take control of her. She sang, chuckled and swayed with the
melody that accompanied the reckless driving.
There they sat, looking out on a vast ocean,
stretching for miles beneath the cliff, which the Cadillac was
parked not too far from the edge of. The sun was diminishing into
the sea, casting a fiery red and yellow glow across the water as it
descended. There was a warm, salt-scented breeze blowing about the
vehicle, leaving a refreshed feeling on Cole’s skin, which was
welcomed openly after the sweat box of the maze he recently left
behind.
After removing the seat belt from around his
waist, he watched a roguish-looking Vicki climb into the back seat.
Cole sung his arm over the back rest of his passenger seat and
looked over his shoulder in bewilderment towards Vicki.
“Well... are you joining me?” she asked,
smiling wickedly like a Cheshire cat just before her head
disappeared behind the driver’s seat and down towards the floor.
When she returned, she brought with her an ice box, which she
placed down on the seat beside her, opened the lid, and pulled out
a bottle of Champagne and some strawberries. “For emergencies!” she
chuckled and shrugged her shoulders casually.
Cole pulled his body across the back of the
seat and slumped on to the seat next to Vicki. The sun was glaring
from behind and through her hair, which, when blowing in the
breeze, look like a wave of flames. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds
as they locked firmly with his. Cole took the Champagne from her
hand and twisted the cork until it popped from the neck of the
bottle.
Vicky turned, resting her back against the
cold steel side of the car, to push her long legs out straight,
along the hot leather seat, in the direction of where Cole sat,
impatiently
placing one hand on the mirror to steady her stance as Coles finger
mercilessly fucked her to the point where her body started to
judder.
“Are you about to come, Vicki?” he hissed,
with a deep desire congealed to his words.
His cock was so hard that it ached, and the
need to rip her clothes off there and then, to fuck her up against
the misted mirror, was becoming a hard job to domineer.
“Was that a question, Cole?” she mocked
breathlessly, and felt the sweat slickening between her
breasts.
“Yes, Vicki, it was. But I don’t think you’re
in any situation to stop me from asking it. So... are you about to
come?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” she answered
shamelessly.
His eyes locked with hers once more in the
mirror, watching as the sexual longing claimed her, clamping its
claws tightly round her, and at the very moment, Cole removed his
finger promptly from her soaked pussy.
“Tough! Karmas a bitch!” he growled, and
carved a devilish smirk on that handsome face.
She turned on her heels to face him, and
clasped the hand that was, only moments ago, inside her, within her
own.
“Yes, but unlike you, Cole, I can handle it,”
she noted, and began to suck his fingers clean of her arousal,
which sparked a hiss of gratification from Cole.
She pushed him back against the hot glass and
kissed him, devouring him with such power and passion that it left
his lips tingling and sore when she pulled away and ran out of the
maze.
“Such a tease,” he whispered to himself, and
laughed as he ran after her once again.
By the time he reached the Cadillac, Vicki
was already waiting for him, engine roaring and music blaring.
“Come on, get in.” She nudged her head along
with her words.
When it came to this girl, Cole had no
patience, so he leaped over the side of car, slammed, bottom first,
on the passenger seat, and she drove towards their final
destination.
She drove like a maniac, a woman on a
mission, as though she was racing against time itself. The tune “Here” by Syron, boomed so prominently from the speakers
that Cole could barely hear his own thoughts. The feisty wild side
of Vicki was beginning to truly show itself, as Cole watched the
music take control of her. She sang, chuckled and swayed with the
melody that accompanied the reckless driving.
There they sat, looking out on a vast ocean,
stretching for miles beneath the cliff, which the Cadillac was
parked not too far from the edge of. The sun was diminishing into
the sea, casting a fiery red and yellow glow across the water as it
descended. There was a warm, salt-scented breeze blowing about the
vehicle, leaving a refreshed feeling on Cole’s skin, which was
welcomed openly after the sweat box of the maze he recently left
behind.
After removing the seat belt from around his
waist, he watched a roguish-looking Vicki climb into the back seat.
Cole sung his arm over the back rest of his passenger seat and
looked over his shoulder in bewilderment towards Vicki.
“Well... are you joining me?” she asked,
smiling wickedly like a Cheshire cat just before her head
disappeared behind the driver’s seat and down towards the floor.
When she returned, she brought with her an ice box, which she
placed down on the seat beside her, opened the lid, and pulled out
a bottle of Champagne and some strawberries. “For emergencies!” she
chuckled and shrugged her shoulders casually.
Cole pulled his body across the back of the
seat and slumped on to the seat next to Vicki. The sun was glaring
from behind and through her hair, which, when blowing in the
breeze, look like a wave of flames. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds
as they locked firmly with his. Cole took the Champagne from her
hand and twisted the cork until it popped from the neck of the
bottle.
Vicky turned, resting her back against the
cold steel side of the car, to push her long legs out straight,
along the hot leather seat, in the direction of where Cole sat,
impatiently
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