Stranger caught me masturbating in car: touched my pussy and helped me cum

In the sweltering confines of my parked car, I was drowning in my own lust, fingers buried deep in my dripping pussy. The windows were fogged up, and my moans echoed off the leather seats. I was lost in the rhythm, lost in the dirty fantasy playing out in my mind. Suddenly, the passenger door swung open, and a stranger slid into the seat next to me. His eyes locked onto my slick, glistening cunt, and he didn’t hesitate. He reached over, his rough hand gripping my thigh, pushing it wider. “Don’t stop on my account,” he growled, his fingers joining mine, plunging into my wetness. I gasped, my back arching as he finger-fucked me, his thumb circling my clit with brutal efficiency. His other hand grabbed my breast, squeezing hard, pinching my nipple until I cried out. I was a mess of pleasure and shock, my hips bucking against his hand as he brought me closer to the edge.

The stranger leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. “Cum for me,” he demanded, his voice a low, dirty command. I obeyed, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. My juices gushed around his fingers, coating his hand. He pulled them out, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. I panted, my body still trembling, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock. He stroked it, spreading my cum over his shaft, using it as lube. I watched, hypnotized, as he jerked off, his hand moving faster and faster. With a grunt, he came, his hot cum spraying onto my stomach. He smirked, zipping up his pants, and got out of the car, leaving me there, a sticky, satisfied mess, my pussy still throbbing from his touch.