STREETFUCK Czech Beauty need a ride to vienna Leanne Lace

A lonely stretch of road unfolds ahead, the monotonous hum of the engine the only sound until she speaks. “How far to Vienna?” Leanne asks, her tongue wet and playful as it traces her lips. I glance at her, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the heave of her tits under that thin dress. She’s not just asking for directions; she’s begging for something more. Her hand slides up her thigh, fingers disappearing under the hem, and she lets out a soft moan. “I need a distraction,” she whispers, eyes locked onto mine. I can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, as she spreads her legs wider, exposing the glistening wetness of her pussy. I reach over, my hand joining hers under her dress, fingers plunging into her slick heat. She gasps, her body arching towards me, and I can feel the pulsating rhythm of her cunt, hungry and demanding. The car swerves slightly as I fight to keep my eyes on the road, but her moans grow louder, more insistent. She pulls down the zipper of my pants, freeing my cock, and I can’t help but grunt as her small hand wraps around my shaft, stroking with a feverish intensity. The road blurs into a crazy, disjointed montage of trees and sky as she leans over, her mouth enveloping my cock, sucking hard and deep. Her head bobs in a desperate rhythm, saliva dripping down her chin, mixing with the sweat that’s now coating my balls. I can feel the pressure building, the raw, primal need to explode inside her. I pull her up, my hands gripping her hips, and position her over my lap. She impales herself on my cock, a wild, animalistic scream escaping her lips as she starts to ride me, hard and fast. The car fills with the sound of our fucking—skin slapping against skin, her screams of pleasure, my grunts of raw, unadulterated lust. The streetfuck is chaotic, messy, and fucking perfect.