#159 – Almost Got Caught Having Car Sex (And Her Dress is Super Cute…) [Car sex]
In the gloom of a parked sedan, a dress hiked up to her waist, legs spread wide, she grinds against my cock, the engine ticking as it cools. Her breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping as she feels me, hard and ready, pressing against her soaked panties. She’s a fucking vision, her dress riding up higher with each roll of her hips, the floral pattern stark against her creamy thighs. I can see the wet spot growing, her juices seeping through the thin fabric, and I can’t take it anymore. I yank the panties aside, my fingers diving into her slick cunt, her moan echoing in the confined space. She’s dripping, her pussy clenching around my fingers as I fuck her with them, her dress bunching up around her chest, her tits heaving with each ragged breath. The risk of getting caught heightens every sensation, her body trembles, and she’s on the verge of screaming out her release when a flashlight beam sweeps across the windshield. We freeze, hearts pounding, as a cop walks by, his light lingering for a moment before moving on. She looks at me, eyes wild, and whispers, “Fuck me harder,” her voice a desperate plea, as if daring fate to intervene again.
Her dress is twisted, the cute little pattern now a chaotic mess, but she doesn’t care, neither do I. I flip her over, her ass in the air, dress riding up her back. I spit on her asshole, my thumb pressing in, her moan a filthy symphony. I align my cock, slamming into her pussy, her body jolting with each thrust. Her dress is a frenzied tangle, her tits spilling out, nipples hard. I grab her hair, pulling her head back, my other hand slapping her ass, the sound echoing in the car. She’s a mess of moans and pleas, her body convulsing as she comes, her pussy milking my cock. I follow soon after, my cum filling her, dripping out onto the car seat. We collapse, breaths ragged, her dress a ruined, cute little mess, a testament to our frenzied car sex.
