Bridesmaid slips away from the wedding for a backseat quickie [Car sex]

Her lips caress the head of my cock, a soft, warm, wet seal, while her tongue flicks the shaft. She’s got me in the backseat of the car, the windows fogged up, her dress hitched around her hips, panties discarded on the floorboard. She sucks me in, inch by inch, her mouth working like a fucking vacuum, her head bobbing up and down, taking me deep, gagging slightly, tears welling in her eyes. She pulls off, gasping, spit dripping from her chin, and climbs on top, her pussy slick and ready. She lowers herself onto me, her ass slapping against my thighs, her tits bouncing in my face. She rides me hard, her hips grinding, her moans filling the car, her juices coating my cock. She leans back, her hands on my knees, her body arched, her nipples hard, her pussy clenching around me. She’s a fucking vision, a bride’smaid gone wild, her blonde hair a mess, her makeup smeared, her lips swollen from sucking my cock. She comes with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy milking me, and I explode inside her, my cum filling her up, dripping out of her and onto my balls. She collapses on top of me, her body trembling, her breath ragged. We’re a mess of sweat and cum and sex, the car reeking of our filth, the windows still fogged up, the world outside forgotten.