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First time sex in the car story. Naughty dream. Part 2.


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“You’re the expert.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave it a firm suck, then popped his mouth off. “We’re really gonna do this in my cousin’s place?”
“He’ll never know.”
She got off his lap and climbed over the backseat. On the way, her skirt rode up, giving him a view of her sumptuously round, delicious bare ass, and even a flash of her smooth pussy peeking out between her thighs. She fell into the backseat, giggling. Ifeanyi was quick to follow, much more horny now than worried about where they were.
“Your dad will kill us if he finds out,” he said, as he shimmied over the seat.
“We’ll make sure we clean up after.”
She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she’d left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head.
He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.
“Ifeanyi!” She jerked her hips.
She reached down to grip his head. He worked his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and then on her clit, firmly but not too rough, the way she liked. His facial hair tickled her thighs and she locked them around his head, then relaxed, remembering he needed to breathe. She whimpered, her inner muscles clenching.
He pushed two fingers into her, filling up that ache, at least a little. He fucked her deep with his fingers, his tongue drawing slow circles on her clit. She wiggled against the seat, the leather making her back sweaty. He brought his other hand up to play with her breasts, squeezing and plucking her nipples.
“You’re so good at that,” she said. “See, I told you it was fun in a car.” She caressed her foot down his back. He was sweaty too.
She could have let him do that all day, let him make her come over and over again with his mouth–but unfortunately, she had to get the car back soon and she wanted something else even more.
“Stop,” she said, pushing gently at his head. “Baby, you gotta stop.”
He stopped, and lifted his head. His chin was wet with her juices. “You okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. I just–I’m not allowed to keep the car all day. And I want you naked and on top of me right now.”
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate across her soaked pussy and made her shiver. He got up on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs. She lay there, sprawled and burning with arousal, the warm air caressing her slick thighs, watching as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his hips like a second skin. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and she admired his thick, powerful thighs. Then he pushed his underwear down and his big, fat cock popped out, hard and ready for her
She sat up and reached for his hips. She knew if she didn’t hurry up she’d get an angry phone call from her dad, but she couldn’t resist.
“May I?” she asked.
He reached down and stroked her hair back from her face. “Thought you wanted me naked and on top of you?”
“I do, but I need a little taste first.” She gave him her pouty face. No man could resist it, for any reason.
She wrapped her long, slender fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed him. He loved her touch. She held his dick steady as she sunk her lips over it. Her mouth was velvety and hot and made him groan.
She put her other hand on his hip and went to work, bobbing her head. He gathered up her hair and held it back from her face, watching her. He loved being in her mouth, stretching her jaws, nudging at the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, breathe in, and take him even deeper, until she gagged. She recovered and resumed sliding her mouth back and forth, stroking what she couldn’t get in, her fist tight around him.
He gripped the back of the seat so as not to topple over, and closed his eyes, enjoying it. She sucked him for a few minutes and then slid her mouth off. He opened his eyes. She worked her jaw, looking up at him.
“We better do this,” she said. “Much as I’d like to keep going.”
“Good idea. Because if you keep that up, I’ll need some time to recover. And I still won’t get to have sex in a car.”
She sat back on her hands, looking pleased with herself. His dick was aching, literally pulsing in his hand as he gave it a few strokes, his shaft slick with her spit. He could have jerked off all over her fabulous tits just then, but he really wanted to be inside her.
“Come and get it,” she said, and laid back, her skirt bunched around her waist, her glistening pussy inviting him.
He struggled out of his jeans and boxer, squirming around, and kicked them onto the floor. The car was big, but he still had to squeeze himself. Maybe he hadn’t done this before because he rightly assumed it couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
He crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue. The touch of his dick against her stomach made her ache with want, the wet tip brushing below her belly button. She gazed up at him, holding his eyes as she reached down and slipped her fingers around it, and guided the fat head against her sopping pussy.
“If I’d known fucking in a car got you this hot, I would have done it ages ago,” Ifeanyi said.
“Feels like we’re doing something naughty, doesn’t it?”
“Well, it is your dad’s car, so–yeah, actually.”
Without further delay, he slid into her, smooth and fast—penetrating her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her, filling her thick and hard. She gasped and shifted her hips, and then moaned as he seated himself all the way up inside her, deep as he could go.
“Ifeanyi.” She gripped his arms, her nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every thick inch inside of her.
He captured her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust. He moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, then he began the hard, fast pounding she so desperately needed. Her pussy was amazing, even better than her mouth, scorching hot and slick and tight. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her pretty bare feet were above her shoulders. She clung to him as he slammed into her, wailing in her pleasure, his moans and growls mixing with her beautiful noise. He really hoped no one was around, as all the windows were rolled down. She was always loud in bed and he loved it.
“That what you wanted?” he asked her.
“Yes!” She flung her head back, arching beneath him. “Fuck me baby, fuck me harder.”
He gave her everything he had, their flesh slapping together, his cock filling her over and over. They were rocking the car, making it squeak on the tires. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts.
“Feel like a teenager again, honey?” he whispered.
The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her hazy. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach.
“Daniella.” He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. “Oh, fuck.”
The pressure built inside her. His cock was hitting just the right spot, sending a sensation like little electric shocks directly to her clit. Her pleasure reached a sharp peak and she began to clench around him. She shrieked as the tension broke, shuddering waves rolling over her body.
“Ifeanyi!”
He fucked her through it, making her cum even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come.
“Fuck!” He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other. She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear.
“You okay, baby?” she asked.
He slid out of her and slumped to the side. They were soaked with sweat. The leather seats were slick. Everything smelled like sex. They were definitely going to have to air the interior out.
“I’m wonderful,” he slurred. “Oh, God.” He rubbed his hand over his face.
Daniella let her leg down as he slid his arm from beneath it, then stretched it out and draped it over the front seat. She reached down and played with her sloppy, dripping pussy a little, loving how it felt to be overflowing with his release. She felt deliciously used.
“Our parents are gonna wonder where we are,” she teased. “You should take me home before we get caught.”
He smiled down at her. “I’m gonna take you home, all right. And do more dirty things to you in our bed. Maybe on the couch. And the kitchen counter…”
“We better get this car back to my dad first.” She kissed him. “After we clean it up. We made a mess.” She giggled.
“I’m sure the teenagers who’ve come before us would be proud.”

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Friday, 22 December 2017

First time sex in the car story. Naughty dream. Part 2. 18+



First time sex in the car story. Naughty dream. Part 2.


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“You’re the expert.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave it a firm suck, then popped his mouth off. “We’re really gonna do this in my cousin’s place?”
“He’ll never know.”
She got off his lap and climbed over the backseat. On the way, her skirt rode up, giving him a view of her sumptuously round, delicious bare ass, and even a flash of her smooth pussy peeking out between her thighs. She fell into the backseat, giggling. Ifeanyi was quick to follow, much more horny now than worried about where they were.
“Your dad will kill us if he finds out,” he said, as he shimmied over the seat.
“We’ll make sure we clean up after.”
She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she’d left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head.
He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.
“Ifeanyi!” She jerked her hips.
She reached down to grip his head. He worked his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and then on her clit, firmly but not too rough, the way she liked. His facial hair tickled her thighs and she locked them around his head, then relaxed, remembering he needed to breathe. She whimpered, her inner muscles clenching.
He pushed two fingers into her, filling up that ache, at least a little. He fucked her deep with his fingers, his tongue drawing slow circles on her clit. She wiggled against the seat, the leather making her back sweaty. He brought his other hand up to play with her breasts, squeezing and plucking her nipples.
“You’re so good at that,” she said. “See, I told you it was fun in a car.” She caressed her foot down his back. He was sweaty too.
She could have let him do that all day, let him make her come over and over again with his mouth–but unfortunately, she had to get the car back soon and she wanted something else even more.
“Stop,” she said, pushing gently at his head. “Baby, you gotta stop.”
He stopped, and lifted his head. His chin was wet with her juices. “You okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. I just–I’m not allowed to keep the car all day. And I want you naked and on top of me right now.”
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate across her soaked pussy and made her shiver. He got up on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs. She lay there, sprawled and burning with arousal, the warm air caressing her slick thighs, watching as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his hips like a second skin. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and she admired his thick, powerful thighs. Then he pushed his underwear down and his big, fat cock popped out, hard and ready for her
She sat up and reached for his hips. She knew if she didn’t hurry up she’d get an angry phone call from her dad, but she couldn’t resist.
“May I?” she asked.
He reached down and stroked her hair back from her face. “Thought you wanted me naked and on top of you?”
“I do, but I need a little taste first.” She gave him her pouty face. No man could resist it, for any reason.
She wrapped her long, slender fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed him. He loved her touch. She held his dick steady as she sunk her lips over it. Her mouth was velvety and hot and made him groan.
She put her other hand on his hip and went to work, bobbing her head. He gathered up her hair and held it back from her face, watching her. He loved being in her mouth, stretching her jaws, nudging at the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, breathe in, and take him even deeper, until she gagged. She recovered and resumed sliding her mouth back and forth, stroking what she couldn’t get in, her fist tight around him.
He gripped the back of the seat so as not to topple over, and closed his eyes, enjoying it. She sucked him for a few minutes and then slid her mouth off. He opened his eyes. She worked her jaw, looking up at him.
“We better do this,” she said. “Much as I’d like to keep going.”
“Good idea. Because if you keep that up, I’ll need some time to recover. And I still won’t get to have sex in a car.”
She sat back on her hands, looking pleased with herself. His dick was aching, literally pulsing in his hand as he gave it a few strokes, his shaft slick with her spit. He could have jerked off all over her fabulous tits just then, but he really wanted to be inside her.
“Come and get it,” she said, and laid back, her skirt bunched around her waist, her glistening pussy inviting him.
He struggled out of his jeans and boxer, squirming around, and kicked them onto the floor. The car was big, but he still had to squeeze himself. Maybe he hadn’t done this before because he rightly assumed it couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
He crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue. The touch of his dick against her stomach made her ache with want, the wet tip brushing below her belly button. She gazed up at him, holding his eyes as she reached down and slipped her fingers around it, and guided the fat head against her sopping pussy.
“If I’d known fucking in a car got you this hot, I would have done it ages ago,” Ifeanyi said.
“Feels like we’re doing something naughty, doesn’t it?”
“Well, it is your dad’s car, so–yeah, actually.”
Without further delay, he slid into her, smooth and fast—penetrating her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her, filling her thick and hard. She gasped and shifted her hips, and then moaned as he seated himself all the way up inside her, deep as he could go.
“Ifeanyi.” She gripped his arms, her nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every thick inch inside of her.
He captured her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust. He moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, then he began the hard, fast pounding she so desperately needed. Her pussy was amazing, even better than her mouth, scorching hot and slick and tight. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her pretty bare feet were above her shoulders. She clung to him as he slammed into her, wailing in her pleasure, his moans and growls mixing with her beautiful noise. He really hoped no one was around, as all the windows were rolled down. She was always loud in bed and he loved it.
“That what you wanted?” he asked her.
“Yes!” She flung her head back, arching beneath him. “Fuck me baby, fuck me harder.”
He gave her everything he had, their flesh slapping together, his cock filling her over and over. They were rocking the car, making it squeak on the tires. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts.
“Feel like a teenager again, honey?” he whispered.
The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her hazy. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach.
“Daniella.” He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. “Oh, fuck.”
The pressure built inside her. His cock was hitting just the right spot, sending a sensation like little electric shocks directly to her clit. Her pleasure reached a sharp peak and she began to clench around him. She shrieked as the tension broke, shuddering waves rolling over her body.
“Ifeanyi!”
He fucked her through it, making her cum even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come.
“Fuck!” He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other. She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear.
“You okay, baby?” she asked.
He slid out of her and slumped to the side. They were soaked with sweat. The leather seats were slick. Everything smelled like sex. They were definitely going to have to air the interior out.
“I’m wonderful,” he slurred. “Oh, God.” He rubbed his hand over his face.
Daniella let her leg down as he slid his arm from beneath it, then stretched it out and draped it over the front seat. She reached down and played with her sloppy, dripping pussy a little, loving how it felt to be overflowing with his release. She felt deliciously used.
“Our parents are gonna wonder where we are,” she teased. “You should take me home before we get caught.”
He smiled down at her. “I’m gonna take you home, all right. And do more dirty things to you in our bed. Maybe on the couch. And the kitchen counter…”
“We better get this car back to my dad first.” She kissed him. “After we clean it up. We made a mess.” She giggled.
“I’m sure the teenagers who’ve come before us would be proud.”


First time sex in the car story. Naughty dream. Part 2.


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“You’re the expert.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave it a firm suck, then popped his mouth off. “We’re really gonna do this in my cousin’s place?”
“He’ll never know.”
She got off his lap and climbed over the backseat. On the way, her skirt rode up, giving him a view of her sumptuously round, delicious bare ass, and even a flash of her smooth pussy peeking out between her thighs. She fell into the backseat, giggling. Ifeanyi was quick to follow, much more horny now than worried about where they were.
“Your dad will kill us if he finds out,” he said, as he shimmied over the seat.
“We’ll make sure we clean up after.”
She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she’d left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head.
He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.
“Ifeanyi!” She jerked her hips.
She reached down to grip his head. He worked his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and then on her clit, firmly but not too rough, the way she liked. His facial hair tickled her thighs and she locked them around his head, then relaxed, remembering he needed to breathe. She whimpered, her inner muscles clenching.
He pushed two fingers into her, filling up that ache, at least a little. He fucked her deep with his fingers, his tongue drawing slow circles on her clit. She wiggled against the seat, the leather making her back sweaty. He brought his other hand up to play with her breasts, squeezing and plucking her nipples.
“You’re so good at that,” she said. “See, I told you it was fun in a car.” She caressed her foot down his back. He was sweaty too.
She could have let him do that all day, let him make her come over and over again with his mouth–but unfortunately, she had to get the car back soon and she wanted something else even more.
“Stop,” she said, pushing gently at his head. “Baby, you gotta stop.”
He stopped, and lifted his head. His chin was wet with her juices. “You okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. I just–I’m not allowed to keep the car all day. And I want you naked and on top of me right now.”
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate across her soaked pussy and made her shiver. He got up on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs. She lay there, sprawled and burning with arousal, the warm air caressing her slick thighs, watching as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his hips like a second skin. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and she admired his thick, powerful thighs. Then he pushed his underwear down and his big, fat cock popped out, hard and ready for her
She sat up and reached for his hips. She knew if she didn’t hurry up she’d get an angry phone call from her dad, but she couldn’t resist.
“May I?” she asked.
He reached down and stroked her hair back from her face. “Thought you wanted me naked and on top of you?”
“I do, but I need a little taste first.” She gave him her pouty face. No man could resist it, for any reason.
She wrapped her long, slender fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed him. He loved her touch. She held his dick steady as she sunk her lips over it. Her mouth was velvety and hot and made him groan.
She put her other hand on his hip and went to work, bobbing her head. He gathered up her hair and held it back from her face, watching her. He loved being in her mouth, stretching her jaws, nudging at the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, breathe in, and take him even deeper, until she gagged. She recovered and resumed sliding her mouth back and forth, stroking what she couldn’t get in, her fist tight around him.
He gripped the back of the seat so as not to topple over, and closed his eyes, enjoying it. She sucked him for a few minutes and then slid her mouth off. He opened his eyes. She worked her jaw, looking up at him.
“We better do this,” she said. “Much as I’d like to keep going.”
“Good idea. Because if you keep that up, I’ll need some time to recover. And I still won’t get to have sex in a car.”
She sat back on her hands, looking pleased with herself. His dick was aching, literally pulsing in his hand as he gave it a few strokes, his shaft slick with her spit. He could have jerked off all over her fabulous tits just then, but he really wanted to be inside her.
“Come and get it,” she said, and laid back, her skirt bunched around her waist, her glistening pussy inviting him.
He struggled out of his jeans and boxer, squirming around, and kicked them onto the floor. The car was big, but he still had to squeeze himself. Maybe he hadn’t done this before because he rightly assumed it couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
He crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue. The touch of his dick against her stomach made her ache with want, the wet tip brushing below her belly button. She gazed up at him, holding his eyes as she reached down and slipped her fingers around it, and guided the fat head against her sopping pussy.
“If I’d known fucking in a car got you this hot, I would have done it ages ago,” Ifeanyi said.
“Feels like we’re doing something naughty, doesn’t it?”
“Well, it is your dad’s car, so–yeah, actually.”
Without further delay, he slid into her, smooth and fast—penetrating her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her, filling her thick and hard. She gasped and shifted her hips, and then moaned as he seated himself all the way up inside her, deep as he could go.
“Ifeanyi.” She gripped his arms, her nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every thick inch inside of her.
He captured her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust. He moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, then he began the hard, fast pounding she so desperately needed. Her pussy was amazing, even better than her mouth, scorching hot and slick and tight. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her pretty bare feet were above her shoulders. She clung to him as he slammed into her, wailing in her pleasure, his moans and growls mixing with her beautiful noise. He really hoped no one was around, as all the windows were rolled down. She was always loud in bed and he loved it.
“That what you wanted?” he asked her.
“Yes!” She flung her head back, arching beneath him. “Fuck me baby, fuck me harder.”
He gave her everything he had, their flesh slapping together, his cock filling her over and over. They were rocking the car, making it squeak on the tires. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts.
“Feel like a teenager again, honey?” he whispered.
The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her hazy. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach.
“Daniella.” He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. “Oh, fuck.”
The pressure built inside her. His cock was hitting just the right spot, sending a sensation like little electric shocks directly to her clit. Her pleasure reached a sharp peak and she began to clench around him. She shrieked as the tension broke, shuddering waves rolling over her body.
“Ifeanyi!”
He fucked her through it, making her cum even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come.
“Fuck!” He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other. She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear.
“You okay, baby?” she asked.
He slid out of her and slumped to the side. They were soaked with sweat. The leather seats were slick. Everything smelled like sex. They were definitely going to have to air the interior out.
“I’m wonderful,” he slurred. “Oh, God.” He rubbed his hand over his face.
Daniella let her leg down as he slid his arm from beneath it, then stretched it out and draped it over the front seat. She reached down and played with her sloppy, dripping pussy a little, loving how it felt to be overflowing with his release. She felt deliciously used.
“Our parents are gonna wonder where we are,” she teased. “You should take me home before we get caught.”
He smiled down at her. “I’m gonna take you home, all right. And do more dirty things to you in our bed. Maybe on the couch. And the kitchen counter…”
“We better get this car back to my dad first.” She kissed him. “After we clean it up. We made a mess.” She giggled.
“I’m sure the teenagers who’ve come before us would be proud.”



First time sex in the car story. Naughty dream. Part 2.


Image result for blush car sex emoticon


“You’re the expert.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave it a firm suck, then popped his mouth off. “We’re really gonna do this in my cousin’s place?”
“He’ll never know.”
She got off his lap and climbed over the backseat. On the way, her skirt rode up, giving him a view of her sumptuously round, delicious bare ass, and even a flash of her smooth pussy peeking out between her thighs. She fell into the backseat, giggling. Ifeanyi was quick to follow, much more horny now than worried about where they were.
“Your dad will kill us if he finds out,” he said, as he shimmied over the seat.
“We’ll make sure we clean up after.”
She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she’d left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head.
He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.
“Ifeanyi!” She jerked her hips.
She reached down to grip his head. He worked his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and then on her clit, firmly but not too rough, the way she liked. His facial hair tickled her thighs and she locked them around his head, then relaxed, remembering he needed to breathe. She whimpered, her inner muscles clenching.
He pushed two fingers into her, filling up that ache, at least a little. He fucked her deep with his fingers, his tongue drawing slow circles on her clit. She wiggled against the seat, the leather making her back sweaty. He brought his other hand up to play with her breasts, squeezing and plucking her nipples.
“You’re so good at that,” she said. “See, I told you it was fun in a car.” She caressed her foot down his back. He was sweaty too.
She could have let him do that all day, let him make her come over and over again with his mouth–but unfortunately, she had to get the car back soon and she wanted something else even more.
“Stop,” she said, pushing gently at his head. “Baby, you gotta stop.”
He stopped, and lifted his head. His chin was wet with her juices. “You okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes. I just–I’m not allowed to keep the car all day. And I want you naked and on top of me right now.”
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate across her soaked pussy and made her shiver. He got up on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs. She lay there, sprawled and burning with arousal, the warm air caressing her slick thighs, watching as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his hips like a second skin. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and she admired his thick, powerful thighs. Then he pushed his underwear down and his big, fat cock popped out, hard and ready for her
She sat up and reached for his hips. She knew if she didn’t hurry up she’d get an angry phone call from her dad, but she couldn’t resist.
“May I?” she asked.
He reached down and stroked her hair back from her face. “Thought you wanted me naked and on top of you?”
“I do, but I need a little taste first.” She gave him her pouty face. No man could resist it, for any reason.
She wrapped her long, slender fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed him. He loved her touch. She held his dick steady as she sunk her lips over it. Her mouth was velvety and hot and made him groan.
She put her other hand on his hip and went to work, bobbing her head. He gathered up her hair and held it back from her face, watching her. He loved being in her mouth, stretching her jaws, nudging at the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, breathe in, and take him even deeper, until she gagged. She recovered and resumed sliding her mouth back and forth, stroking what she couldn’t get in, her fist tight around him.
He gripped the back of the seat so as not to topple over, and closed his eyes, enjoying it. She sucked him for a few minutes and then slid her mouth off. He opened his eyes. She worked her jaw, looking up at him.
“We better do this,” she said. “Much as I’d like to keep going.”
“Good idea. Because if you keep that up, I’ll need some time to recover. And I still won’t get to have sex in a car.”
She sat back on her hands, looking pleased with herself. His dick was aching, literally pulsing in his hand as he gave it a few strokes, his shaft slick with her spit. He could have jerked off all over her fabulous tits just then, but he really wanted to be inside her.
“Come and get it,” she said, and laid back, her skirt bunched around her waist, her glistening pussy inviting him.
He struggled out of his jeans and boxer, squirming around, and kicked them onto the floor. The car was big, but he still had to squeeze himself. Maybe he hadn’t done this before because he rightly assumed it couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
He crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue. The touch of his dick against her stomach made her ache with want, the wet tip brushing below her belly button. She gazed up at him, holding his eyes as she reached down and slipped her fingers around it, and guided the fat head against her sopping pussy.
“If I’d known fucking in a car got you this hot, I would have done it ages ago,” Ifeanyi said.
“Feels like we’re doing something naughty, doesn’t it?”
“Well, it is your dad’s car, so–yeah, actually.”
Without further delay, he slid into her, smooth and fast—penetrating her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her, filling her thick and hard. She gasped and shifted her hips, and then moaned as he seated himself all the way up inside her, deep as he could go.
“Ifeanyi.” She gripped his arms, her nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every thick inch inside of her.
He captured her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust. He moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, then he began the hard, fast pounding she so desperately needed. Her pussy was amazing, even better than her mouth, scorching hot and slick and tight. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her pretty bare feet were above her shoulders. She clung to him as he slammed into her, wailing in her pleasure, his moans and growls mixing with her beautiful noise. He really hoped no one was around, as all the windows were rolled down. She was always loud in bed and he loved it.
“That what you wanted?” he asked her.
“Yes!” She flung her head back, arching beneath him. “Fuck me baby, fuck me harder.”
He gave her everything he had, their flesh slapping together, his cock filling her over and over. They were rocking the car, making it squeak on the tires. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts.
“Feel like a teenager again, honey?” he whispered.
The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her hazy. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach.
“Daniella.” He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. “Oh, fuck.”
The pressure built inside her. His cock was hitting just the right spot, sending a sensation like little electric shocks directly to her clit. Her pleasure reached a sharp peak and she began to clench around him. She shrieked as the tension broke, shuddering waves rolling over her body.
“Ifeanyi!”
He fucked her through it, making her cum even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come.
“Fuck!” He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other. She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear.
“You okay, baby?” she asked.
He slid out of her and slumped to the side. They were soaked with sweat. The leather seats were slick. Everything smelled like sex. They were definitely going to have to air the interior out.
“I’m wonderful,” he slurred. “Oh, God.” He rubbed his hand over his face.
Daniella let her leg down as he slid his arm from beneath it, then stretched it out and draped it over the front seat. She reached down and played with her sloppy, dripping pussy a little, loving how it felt to be overflowing with his release. She felt deliciously used.
“Our parents are gonna wonder where we are,” she teased. “You should take me home before we get caught.”
He smiled down at her. “I’m gonna take you home, all right. And do more dirty things to you in our bed. Maybe on the couch. And the kitchen counter…”
“We better get this car back to my dad first.” She kissed him. “After we clean it up. We made a mess.” She giggled.
“I’m sure the teenagers who’ve come before us would be proud.”

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