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over her stomach, dipping his hard tongue into her navel. He nipped at her quivering belly. Then he reached the edge of her jeans. His hands left her breasts to tug at the buttons, but he stopped and looked up at her.
Giving her one last chance to change her mind.
Cassie saw his hesitation through a haze of heat and lust. Though part of her appreciated the consideration, a larger part was tempted to scream at him to hurry up. She ached horribly, needed him deep inside to relieve the burning. She kicked off her shoes and lifted her hips. That was all the invitation he needed. He took both her jeans and panties off in one swoop and stared at her bare mound. She could she him swallow in the dim light shining through the back cab window and was oddly enough not uncomfortable in her nudity.
His eyes flashed, his nostrils flared, and he reached down to stroke her mons. “So pretty.” Her need glistened on her labia and as his fingers trailed over her slit she twisted up. “So wet for me.” Glittering eyes stared into hers for a moment. Then he moved back jerkily, grunted when he hit the door. He got on his knees on the seat, wrapped an arm under her hips, and tossed her legs over his shoulders. His tongue stroked once over her outer lips, then delved deep, making her moan and push against his face. One arm supported her hips, the other snaked around a leg, over her belly, and opened her up to his delight. He moved in, rasped his tongue over the hard button of nerves and she jumped. Over and over his clever tongue devoured her, nibbled gently, eating her up. Her juices drenched his face as he licked farther down, stiffened his tongue, and plunged into her.
Cassie cried out. She could feel every intimate lick, every soft plunge, and she became wild, thrusting her hips against him, needing more, begging for deeper penetration.
The man tore at his jeans, setting his straining cock free. With one smooth move, he sat back on the seat and had Cassie spread over his thighs, her humid sheath warming the tip of his cock, wringing a drop of pre-come. “Condom,” he murmured.
Cassie blinked and snatched the object from the dash, tearing it open with her teeth. Trembling hands tried to cover him, making him groan in agony at her soft vibrating touch. He took the latex from her and rolled in on himself. Then poised at her soaking entrance, he cupped her head, tilting her to face him. Eyes on hers, he lowered her body over his erection, taking her one slow inch at a time, stretching, pushing past her delicate folds, until he filled her.
Inflexible fingers clutched her hips, lifted her up, again oh so slow, then down until he was pressed so deep, so hard in her wet channel. He swallowed, seemingly willing himself to hold on to his control, to hold back his need to come. Her inner muscles worked against him, rippling over his cock like a wet fist, milking him. He groaned and thrust into her. Then Cassie began to move. With arms wrapped around his neck, she slid up his shaft and plunged down, over and over, faster and faster. She moaned as the friction in her sheath sent waves of hot pulsing pleasure through her womb.
Sweat rolled down her back and she had to pause to pant. She ground her clit into his groin and gasped as liquid heat ignited like lava in her core. Swollen flesh rubbed against steel encased in velvet and the coil of need tightened, tightened until each thrust, each powerful stroke kindled a nearly unbearable craving. Suddenly, the coil snapped and Cassie screamed as the orgasm hurtled her into a timeless wave after wave of pure bliss. The man thrust hard once, twice more, than groaned out her name as he came and came, fingers digging into her flesh as he rode out his climax.
He pressed her limp weight to his heaving chest. He knew the sex would be good, had dreamed about it for months now, but holy Lord, the actuality blew him away.
Her wet channel now spasmed around his flaccid cock in little aftershocks of pleasure,
Giving her one last chance to change her mind.
Cassie saw his hesitation through a haze of heat and lust. Though part of her appreciated the consideration, a larger part was tempted to scream at him to hurry up. She ached horribly, needed him deep inside to relieve the burning. She kicked off her shoes and lifted her hips. That was all the invitation he needed. He took both her jeans and panties off in one swoop and stared at her bare mound. She could she him swallow in the dim light shining through the back cab window and was oddly enough not uncomfortable in her nudity.
His eyes flashed, his nostrils flared, and he reached down to stroke her mons. “So pretty.” Her need glistened on her labia and as his fingers trailed over her slit she twisted up. “So wet for me.” Glittering eyes stared into hers for a moment. Then he moved back jerkily, grunted when he hit the door. He got on his knees on the seat, wrapped an arm under her hips, and tossed her legs over his shoulders. His tongue stroked once over her outer lips, then delved deep, making her moan and push against his face. One arm supported her hips, the other snaked around a leg, over her belly, and opened her up to his delight. He moved in, rasped his tongue over the hard button of nerves and she jumped. Over and over his clever tongue devoured her, nibbled gently, eating her up. Her juices drenched his face as he licked farther down, stiffened his tongue, and plunged into her.
Cassie cried out. She could feel every intimate lick, every soft plunge, and she became wild, thrusting her hips against him, needing more, begging for deeper penetration.
The man tore at his jeans, setting his straining cock free. With one smooth move, he sat back on the seat and had Cassie spread over his thighs, her humid sheath warming the tip of his cock, wringing a drop of pre-come. “Condom,” he murmured.
Cassie blinked and snatched the object from the dash, tearing it open with her teeth. Trembling hands tried to cover him, making him groan in agony at her soft vibrating touch. He took the latex from her and rolled in on himself. Then poised at her soaking entrance, he cupped her head, tilting her to face him. Eyes on hers, he lowered her body over his erection, taking her one slow inch at a time, stretching, pushing past her delicate folds, until he filled her.
Inflexible fingers clutched her hips, lifted her up, again oh so slow, then down until he was pressed so deep, so hard in her wet channel. He swallowed, seemingly willing himself to hold on to his control, to hold back his need to come. Her inner muscles worked against him, rippling over his cock like a wet fist, milking him. He groaned and thrust into her. Then Cassie began to move. With arms wrapped around his neck, she slid up his shaft and plunged down, over and over, faster and faster. She moaned as the friction in her sheath sent waves of hot pulsing pleasure through her womb.
Sweat rolled down her back and she had to pause to pant. She ground her clit into his groin and gasped as liquid heat ignited like lava in her core. Swollen flesh rubbed against steel encased in velvet and the coil of need tightened, tightened until each thrust, each powerful stroke kindled a nearly unbearable craving. Suddenly, the coil snapped and Cassie screamed as the orgasm hurtled her into a timeless wave after wave of pure bliss. The man thrust hard once, twice more, than groaned out her name as he came and came, fingers digging into her flesh as he rode out his climax.
He pressed her limp weight to his heaving chest. He knew the sex would be good, had dreamed about it for months now, but holy Lord, the actuality blew him away.
Her wet channel now spasmed around his flaccid cock in little aftershocks of pleasure,
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