We had been together for six months, and in that time, our chemistry had only grown stronger. Every time we were alone in the car, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other—kissing, touching, feeling each other’s warmth. I would get hard every time she placed her hand on my thigh, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
One evening, as we sat in the car, lost in the moment, she climbed onto my lap. Her warmth pressed against me, and she immediately felt my erection pressing against her pussy. She shifted slightly, her breath hitching as she realized what was happening.
"Is that your dick?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and excitement.
I nodded, my arousal evident. "Yeah, it's because of you."
She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. "Can I touch it?"
I was too horny to resist. "Of course."
Her delicate fingers moved to my crotch, pressing against my hard dick before she unzipped my pants and reached inside. She stroked me, her grip teasing and firm. A shudder ran through me as she squeezed my balls, her mischievous smile making me even harder. The sensation was incredible, and I was completely at her mercy.
As days went by, our desires grew stronger. Another night, as we sat parked in the car, I finally voiced my own craving. "I want to touch your pussy."
She hesitated, playing with the idea before shaking her head. "I don't know…"
She was teasing me, denying me just to make me want her more. After a few minutes, she finally gave in, her face flushed with excitement. I slowly slipped my hand into her pants, feeling the soft hairs above her pussy. She tensed slightly, embarrassed about it, but I reassured her before moving lower.
When my fingers touched her wet pussy, she gasped. She guided me, telling me exactly where to touch, showing me how to make her feel good. My fingers explored her, slipping inside, rubbing her clit, making her moan softly. When I pulled my fingers out, I licked them, savoring the taste. She watched me, both excited and nervous.
"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I smirked. "I love it."
That was all it took. She pulled me close, kissing me passionately. Her hands roamed my body, slipping under my shirt, while my hands explored her curves. She pressed herself against me, whispering, "Unzip your pants."
I obeyed, and she reached inside, stroking me again, teasing me until I was throbbing. Then, without warning, she took my dick into her mouth, sucking me eagerly. I groaned, overwhelmed by the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Her tongue worked its magic, sending waves of pleasure through me.
As she continued her blowjob, my hands moved lower, slipping into her pants from behind. I grabbed her ass, squeezing it before my fingers slid between her cheeks, teasing her asshole before making their way back to her wet pussy. I fingered her while she sucked me, both of us completely lost in pleasure.
After a while, she pulled away and gave me a long, deep kiss, her mouth still full of saliva. I had never thought about kissing after a blowjob, but in that moment, it felt incredibly hot. She kept stroking me, combining a handjob with soft kisses, until I finally came. She swallowed everything, then wiped her lips with a tissue before smirking at me.
She leaned in, her voice husky. "I love you."
I smiled, running my fingers through her hair. "I love you too."
We held each other, still breathing heavily from our passionate encounter, knowing this was only the beginning of many more nights like this.
That night in the car was just the beginning—our passion only grew stronger from there. Have you ever had an experience so intense that it left you craving more? Share your wildest car moments in the comments!
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