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“Perfect. I’ve always wanted to know what you’d be like sober.” Jumping off her stool, she grabs her purse and beckons me with a tip of her head. “Let’s go, stud. Mama could use a good time.”
Well, fuck me. I didn’t even have to work for it.
Following her like an eager puppy, we head out to the parking lot and jump into her back seat.
The windows are tinted, and she doesn’t seem to mind getting it on out here, so I go with it.
She’s unzipping me before I’ve even got the door closed. Yanking my pants down, she starts working my dick like a pro, and I’m powerless to slow this thing down.
Before I know it, I’m wrapped, and she’s perched on my cock, riding me with loud moans. Her tits are bouncing while she pants and squeals like a porn star.
Grabbing her hips, I try to get into it, I swear, but it’s just not happening for me right now. She seems to be having the time of her life, riding my joystick and touching her clit. And I’m sitting here wondering if I’ll even be able to get off.
“I’m coming!” she squeaks. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!” Slapping her free hand on the roof of the car, she rides me even harder, and I watch her expression, her glossy lips popping apart, her mouth forming that perfect O as her pussy contracts around my dick.
It feels pretty fucking good, but then she’s whipping off my lap, crawling over to the door, and sticking her ass in the air. “Do me from behind.”
Her pale skin kind of glows in the dim light, and I lightly brush my hands over her ass before rising to my knees.
As I check the condom’s still on and ease myself back inside her, I realize that I don’t know this chick’s name. I can’t remember it at all, and it makes me wonder if I even found out last time.
How lame is that?
We’re just two complete strangers fucking in a car.
That’s awesome, man! Enjoy it!
My hips start thrusting—an automatic, robotic movement that has her squeaking again—and all I can think isNo wonder I don’t remember our last time.
We have zero connection. Our junk is having a high-octane rave… and I feel nothing.
Images of Nylah skip through my mind, and my stomach quivers.
Shit! Stop it!I growl at myself, willing her to get the fuck on out of there. I’m inside another woman, for fuck’s sake.
But that smile.
That wink.
Mr. Attitude.
I wonder what she’d think of me now, balls-deep in some chick I don’t even know.
So much for release and forget.
I’m fucking screwed.
“Yes, baby. Yes!” Whatever-her-name-is grabs my attention, and I try. I really do try, but this is so not happening for me tonight.
It feels fucking good, having my cock wrapped in this wet, hot pussy. I must be deranged. I’m a guy. I should be able to fucking come with minimal effort, right?
Fuck!
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I go a little harder while she mewls and wails, but in the end, I have to fake it.
Thrusting deep, I put on a groan, tugging her ass back against me for a second before getting out of there.
I’m already going soft, and this is a fucking joke.