He leaned me against a car on the street and Fucked me hard !
The night was a sticky blanket, the kind that makes your shirt cling to your skin and your thighs rub together. I was leaning against the hood of his car, the metal cool against my bare back, my skirt hiked up around my waist. He didn’t waste time with bullshit, just pushed me down hard, his hands rough on my hips. His cock was out and slick with lube, and he rammed it into my pussy without a word. The car rocked with each brutal thrust, my tits bouncing wildly, my mouth wide open in a silent scream. He fucked me hard, his balls slapping against my ass, the sound echoing in the empty street. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, his fingers digging into my flesh. My nails scratched at the car, leaving marks, my body shaking with each powerful stroke. He grunted, a low, animal sound, his body tensing as he came, his cum flooding into me.
The streetlights cast a harsh glow, illuminating the sweat dripping down my chest, the red marks on my hips where his fingers had been. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and I could feel his cum dripping down my legs. He didn’t say a word, just tucked himself back in and walked away, leaving me there, bent over the car, my pussy pulsing with the aftermath. The night closed in around me, the sounds of the city distant and muffled, the only proof of what had just happened the slickness between my legs and the ache in my body.
