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“When this one hits you, be sure to keep your eyes open, understand?” Rachel continued. The sound of her voice was helping push Ainsley closer and closer to the edge.

Again Ainsley nodded.

“Oh my god, baby, your clit is so big now!”

This is insane!

This was actually happening to her. She was being fucked while driving her car on a highway in broad daylight by a woman who wasn’t wearing any pants and whose taste was still in Ainsley’s mouth.

“You’re so close, I can feel it, baby…”

Ainsley let out a cry as Rachel increased the pressure on her clit.

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

“Keep your eyes open, baby…That’s it…Slow down some more…Just stay in this lane…Let that car merge in front of you…Slow down a little…Good girl…Stay in this—”

Ainsley came undone letting out a lusty yell. It took all of her willpower to keep her eyes open as well as to not slam her right foot down on the accelerator as the climax tore through her.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” she cried out, her hips bucking on the seat while her pussy convulsed, her inner walls quaking, her come positively streaming out of her now.

Fortunately, Rachel let up on her now hyper-sensitive clit and instead palmed her pussy, slipping two fingers inside, Ainsley using the hand as a surface to grind against. The intensity of each wave of her orgasm kept her shouting and threatened, more than once, to make her close her eyes in abandonment to it. But though her entire body was shuddering and though it felt as if a continuous series of little bombs of pleasure were exploding in her core, she kept her eyes on the road, driving her super-expensive German sports car as if she was a little old lady on her way home from church.

“You’re crazy,” she huffed out when it was all over, her cheeks numb. By then, they had reached their exit on the I-5, the relatively short trip from Solana Beach to Carlsbad just about done.

“And you love it,” Rachel said. Her hand was still covering Ainsley’s sex which, though the full force of the orgasm had passed, was still experiencing latent microbursts of pleasure from time to time.

Ainsley had no choice but to admit to herself that, yes, she did love it.

***

A short time later, Ainsley was completely nude and bent over the arm of her couch while Rachel was doing what she promised Ainsley she wanted to do back in Solana Beach: pulling on her hair and fucking the shit out of her.

Ainsley had had to show Rachel how to put on the harness and attach the dildo—in this case, the blue one. Ainsley actually had three strap-on options: a smaller one because some women could only handle so much; this slightly bigger blue one for those who wanted a bit more; and the large one, for those ladies who liked to go all out. All three vibrated and, in a nod to these modern times, the big one even had a rechargeable battery.

Her personal preference, when she was the one being fucked, was always that large one. Rainbow-colored and with a bulbous head, it made her eyes roll back with how well it filled her and how deep it reached. But as this was Rachel’s first time strapping on a toy, Ainsley had considered it might be safer to go with the medium-sized one, just until her girlfriend got a feel for how to use it, which would come with time.

Even with this smaller blue dildo, though, the novice Rachel was showing Ainsley just how quick a learner she was. Wearing the strap-on, Rachel fucked Ainsley aggressively, her thighs slapping against Ainsley’s ass, her hand wrapped in Ainsley’s ponytail, keeping her head pulled back, the pain adding to the pleasure.

“You like getting fucked like this, baby?” Rachel asked.

“Yes! Nnngh! Fuck yes!”

“Are you going to fuck me hard after this, baby?”

“So hard!” Ainsley growled, teetering closer to the point of no return.

“And pull my hair?”

“Yes! So fucking hard too!”

“Yeah? Like this?” And Rachel yanked Ainsley’s hair some more and Ainsley’s insides melted some more.

“Like that! Nnngh! So fucking hard!”

“Promise?”

“Promise! I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!”