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She looks around, probably nervous we’ll be seen, but the parking lot is
dead. I pull my shirt over my head, dropping it on the ground next to hers
and start unbuttoning her shorts, going in for another kiss to quiet any
protest she might dream up.
Her shorts fall to the ground, and she whimpers in my mouth.
“Get on my lap,” I tell her, taking the seat and pulling her in.
She climbs on, and I shut the door, leaving our clothes outside. She
reaches behind her and pulls the strings of her bikini, the whole top falling
away, and I grab it and toss it before doing the same to her bottoms, pulling
the strings that secure it at the sides.
“Oh, Jesus,” I groan, kissing her again as I take her ass in one hand and
dive between her legs with the other. She’s so smooth and wet.
She reaches between us and unfastens my belt, and I do the best I can,
getting my jeans down and my cock free while trying not to break the kiss.
“Give it to me,” she moans. “I want it.”
“I know.”
Pulling out a condom from my jeans, I rip it open and roll it on, holding
my cock steady as I pull her up. I slip it down her length and position
myself under her. She groans, already rolling her hips in sexy little
movements.
Finding her hot entrance, I thrust my hips up and put the tip in, and she
does the rest. Lowering herself, she spreads her legs as far as the seat will
allow, and I pull her into me, burying myself deep.
“Hell yes,” I breathe out.
Her hips roll shallow and fast, in little figure-eight movements, and she
stays close, her tits rubbing against my chest. I can taste her mouth, even
though our lips aren’t touching.
“Say my name,” I whisper. “Who’s fucking you right now?”