Car Chronicles~ Squirting in my car [Ebony]

The sun-baked leather seats of my car were slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of pussy and desperation. Ebony was sprawled out, her thick thighs spread wide, the black dress she wore hiked up around her waist. She was grinding against the seat, her juicy cunt making wet, sloppy sounds. I could see her clit, swollen and throbbing, as she fingered herself with reckless abandon. Her moans were raw, guttural, filling the car with a symphony of filth. She looked over at me, eyes wild, and demanded, “Fuck me with your fingers, make me squirt all over this fucking car.” I obliged, shoving three fingers deep into her slick, hot pussy. She bucked against my hand, her body convulsing as I curled my fingers, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Her juices were flowing, coating my hand, dripping down her ass. She was close, I could feel it. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps, her body tensing. And then, with a primal scream, she came, her pussy clenching around my fingers as a torrent of fluids gushed out, soaking the seat, the floor, her thighs. She was a fucking mess, and I loved every second of it.

Her body was still trembling with aftershocks when she pushed me back, a wicked grin on her face. She wanted more. She straddled me, her soaked pussy pressing against my cock. She ground down, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle. I could feel the heat of her cunt, the wetness seeping through my jeans. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I scream,” she whispered, her voice a low, sultry growl. She sat up, her hands gripping the headrest as she began to ride me, her body moving with a wild, untamed energy. The car was filled with the sound of our flesh slapping together, her moans, my grunts. She was a fucking animal, and I was right there with her, matching her intensity, her hunger. The car was rocking, the windows fogged up, the air thick with the scent of sex. We were a mess of sweat and lust, our bodies moving in perfect sync. She was close again, I could feel it. Her body was tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a scream that could shatter glass, she came, her pussy clenching around my cock as another wave of fluids gushed out, soaking us both. She collapsed against me, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. We were both a mess, our bodies slick with sweat, our clothes soaked with her juices. But we didn’t give a fuck. We were lost in our own world of filth and depravity, and we were loving every second of it.