Car Sex With My Sugar Daddy [Car sex]

In the grimy backseat of a sedan, her thighs slick against the vinyl, she felt his thick fingers hook into the sides of her lace thong, tugging it down to expose her wet, glistening pussy. She could see his cock, rigid and throbbing, straining against his pants, ready to ravage. He didn’t waste time, immediately positioning himself behind her, gripping her hips tightly. She braced herself as he pressed his cockhead against her entrance, feeling the raw heat of him before he thrust inside. The car rocked slightly with the force of his penetration, his balls slapping against her clit as he began to pound into her, each stroke deeper and more brutal than the last. She could hear the wet sounds of their fucking, the slapping of skin, and his grunts echoing in the confined space, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he fucked her harder, his cock hitting all the right spots.

Her ass jiggled with each powerful thrust, his hands digging into her flesh, leaving marks. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, knowing he was close. She reached back, grabbing his thigh, urging him deeper. “Fuck me harder,” she gasped, her voice ragged. He obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into her with a ferocity that made her scream. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock. He roared, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot cum. She collapsed forward, her body shaking with the intensity of her own release, his cock still buried deep inside her, both of them panting and spent in the dimly lit car.