Cheating Girlfriend Fucking Her Best Friend inside the car – Creampie – Colombian Amateur +18 [Car sex]

The interior of the car is a sauna, the windows fogged up from the steam of their bodies and breaths mingling. She’s sprawled across the backseat, her Colombian curves on full display, panties discarded like trash on the floor. Her best friend, the one who’s supposed to be loyal, has his head between her thighs, tongue licking her cunt like a starving man at a feast. She moans, her hips grinding against his face, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper. His hands grip her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, as he fucks her with his tongue, savoring her wetness. She gasps, “Fuck, yes, just like that,” her voice a filthy whisper in the confines of the car. He pulls back, a wicked grin on his face, his chin glistening with her juices. He stands, unbuckles his belt, and pulls out his thick cock, stroking it while she watches, her eyes hungry. She reaches out, wrapping her fingers around him, feeling his heat and hardness. He pushes her back, flipping her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. He spits on her ass, rubbing his cock against her, coating himself in her wetness. With a brutal thrust, he’s inside her, his balls slapping against her flesh. He fucks her hard, his hips pounding against hers, the car rocking with the force of his movements. He grips her hair, pulling her head back, making her arch like a cat in heat. She screams, her body convulsing as he fills her with his seed, her pussy clenching around him, milking every last drop. He collapses on top of her, both of them gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

The car is filled with the smell of sex and the sound of their ragged breaths. He pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices and his cum, a thick creampie dripping from her pussy. He smirks, running a finger through it, pushing it back inside her. She shivers, her body sensitive from the orgasm. He leans down, biting her earlobe, whispering, “That’s for being a bad girl.” She giggles, a dirty sound that fills the car. He pulls up his pants, buckling his belt, leaving her there, a messy, satisfied heap on the backseat. She watches him go, a smirk on her face, her body aching in the best way possible. She knows she should feel guilty, but all she feels is the throb between her legs, a reminder of the forbidden car sex. She reaches down, rubbing her clit, moaning softly as she brings herself to another orgasm, her fingers coated in his cum. She collapses back, a satisfied smile on her face, her body spent and sated.