‘No touching’ He says; His eyes dark and sexy, able to see straight through her causing her to whimper and melt even more.
Unusually quiet as He drives, her soft panting fogs up the passenger side window to His amusement. He talks of the dinner, of the day, as if nothing had taken place between T/them. Every few miles, He reaches over and takes a handful of dark hair, tightens His fist at the base of her skull to cause her to moan and to ensure she remains in heat for Him. Eases His hand from her hair, she brings His fingers to her lips. Soft kisses, gentle licks of her tongue before she sucks one deep into her mouth. Eyes meet His, as if pleading, shiny with her arousal. One hand eases to His lap to gently rub at Him, as she begs once more for release.
Pulling into a seemingly deserted rest stop, ‘Don’t move.’ He exits the car and comes round to her side, opens the door, hand in her hair once more but as He pulls her face closer, His cock brushes her lower lip. With a loud moan, she suckles Him down quickly, almost swallows the head of His cock in her eagerness to please Him. Lips tight around Him as He fucks her face with quick short strokes, her muffled moans and whimpers around His cock pushing Him closer to the edge.
All at once He backs up, pulling from her mouth with a slurpy whimper. His hand in her hair drags her from the car and bends her over the back, needfully she thrusts her ass back towards Him. Cool breeze on her bare creamy ass as He lifts her skirt, one stroke He enters her. Grunting as she pushes back on Him, His hand in her hair driving her crazy. Sound of His body slapping against hers mixed with her loud moaning and the string of filth spilling from her lips as she orgasms draw attention from an officer who was patrolling the rest stop.
Releasing her hair and hip, she turns and lowers, lips licking at His cock before He slips back into her mouth. Her fingers unbutton her blouse and free breasts from the bra, making her body available for His pleasure. Focused on Him, she doesn’t notice the police officer watching, one hand on his fly.
Begging Him to cover her body in His orgasm, pleading with Him to paint her as His with His cum, one hand offers up a heavy breast as the other strokes His length until hot streams of fluid anoint her as His.
With a chuckle, He calls hello to the cop and motions Him over. Her cheeks flame crimson as she tries to cover up, yet a look from Him makes her release the blouse.
~ To be continued ~
Desperate for release, can't get this thought out of my mind... I hope He enjoys the story.
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