She Pulled Her Panties to the Side in the Backseat and Said “Now”
She pulled her panties to the side in the backseat and said “Now.”
I had barely put the car in park. Ananya climbed over the console into my lap, dress already hiked up, and sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion. She was dripping wet and burning hot. I was already hard from the way she had been looking at me all evening.
She didn’t ease into it. She planted her knees on either side of me and started riding hard, hands braced on the headrest, mouth open against my neck to stay quiet. The windows were already starting to fog.
I gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her. She was so wet the sound of every movement was filthy. I reached between us and rubbed tight circles over her clit. She came almost immediately, clamping down hard and shaking against me. I had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep the cry from carrying across the parking lot.
I didn’t let her rest. I opened the door, stepped out with her still impaled on my cock, and pressed her back against the side of the car. She wrapped her legs around me. I fucked her standing right there in the dark lot, deep and relentless. She came a second time with her face buried in my shoulder. I followed right after, burying myself to the hilt and flooding her while we both trembled.
I stayed inside her, breathing hard. She was still pulsing around me, my cum already starting to leak out.
“Backseat,” I growled. “I’m not done.”
I carried her back in without pulling out. We barely got the door closed. She started riding me again immediately, harder this time. I shoved her dress higher and sucked on her breasts while she bounced on my cock. She came a third time with a broken moan. I held her down and thrust up into her until I finished again, filling her a second time.
We didn’t stop.
The fourth time I put her on her hands and knees across the backseat and took her from behind, one hand wrapped in her hair, the other reaching under to play with her swollen clit. She was so wet and full of me that every thrust made obscene wet sounds. She came so hard her arms gave out. I held her hips up and kept fucking her until I emptied everything left deep inside her.
Afterward we collapsed together across the seats, sweaty and shaking. My cock was still twitching inside her. She was so full it leaked out every time either of us moved.
I kissed the back of her shoulder, voice wrecked.
“Next time just text me when you’re already this wet. I’ll leave the back door open.”
She pushed back against me, still fluttering around my cock.
“I’m still wet,” she whispered.
I laughed—low, filthy—and felt myself starting to harden again inside her.
“Then we’re not leaving this car yet.”
And we didn’t. Not for a long time.
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