“Oh yeah? What have you been thinking about?”
The brunette bites her lip for a moment. I expect her to say something about roses and unicorns, maybe how beautiful the sun looks when it sets behind my head. But instead, she takes me by surprise. Biting her lip once more, she meets my gaze squarely.
“I’ve been thinking about that hard cock pounding my little pussy,” she whispers. “Stuffing me full again and again.”
And oh shit, but it’s on. My resolve to keep things kosher until after the event flies out the window. Because shit, I need to feel her. I need to see that sweet little cunt again, to see her steaming slit, the juice dripping in rivulets.
And slowly, I toy with the hem of her skirt.
“Pull this up, baby,” comes my rasp. “Pull it up for me to see. Come on, on your hands and knees.”
Fortunately, the Bentley’s a giant of a car, the backseat almost like a bed. So Carrie struggles around until she’s faced away from me, perched on all fours. And then slowly, she reaches a small hand back to inch up that velvet fabric.
And fuck me, but the sight’s beautiful. She’s wearing garters with stockings but no panties. No wonder there was the distinct smell of steamy cunt when she got into the car, the enclosed space hot and humid with the scent of an aroused female.
And without any hesitation whatsoever, I dive in. I have to. I need to taste that sweet pussy, to burrow and lick and savor, and Carrie loves it.
“Unnnnh!” she cries out, head falling back as I slide my tongue up her left labia. “Oh god Mason!”
But I’m not done yet, naw, nowhere near done. With short, swift strokes I begin fucking that hole with my mouth. That’s right, wielding my tongue like a mini-dick, the muscle goes in and out of that crevice, tasting her insides, cream slipping down my throat.
“Unnnh!” she screams again, eyes closed now, boobies dropping out of her dress. “Unnh, unnh!”
And with a small niggle to that clit, it happens. Carrie bursts into a million pieces, her twat juicing and spasming all over my face, chin and jaw covered with female nectar.
“Mason!” she screams helplessly this time, tremors running through that curvy frame. “Mason, oh god!”
And hell, but sex never felt this good. Hearing my name on her lips punches me in the gut, forcing me to drive my tongue even deeper, determined to own those sweet folds.
“That’s it,” I rasp hotly. “Ride my face, sweetheart, I want you to ride it.”
And Carrie’s moaning and gasping, big boobs smashed against the leather seat as her pussy shakes with ecstasy. I pull my tongue back and thrust a finger in, wanting to feel her hole clamp and clench on my digit.
Aw fuck. She’s so wet. It goes in with no resistance at all, the flesh swollen and hot, shaking around my finger. Aw shit, shit, her cunt juices pour into my palm, covering me with the distinctive tang of female.
“Oh sweetheart,” I growl, throat tight. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
But Carrie’s a mess. The girl’s now collapsed on her stomach in the backseat, arms and legs splayed, my finger still in her hole. But things aren’t over yet. Naw, the ride back to Manhattan is long, and using a digit from my other hand, I begin teasing her anus.
“Ma-Mason?” she shudders, craning her head to look over one sweet shoulder, eyes wide. “Mason?”
But oh yeah, I want it. Her anal training starts now. My fiery blue gaze burns back.
“Relax your butt sweetheart. Just breathe out, let me play with this a little.”
And sure enough, on her next exhale, I’m able to slide my digit right in up that butthole, sampling her dry mustiness. Fuck fuck fuck! This is so wrong! I’m literally in the backseat of a car, one finger stuck in the girl’s anus, the other in her vag. In fact, I can feel the tension through her thin pussy wall, my digits lightly rubbing against each other.
“You like that?” I croon, beginning to move a little inside. “You like that?”
And she can’t answer. Instead, her eyes close once more, lashes like half moons on those beautiful cheeks. And lo and behold, another big one is building. Those small, pink-nailed hands grab the leather seat as her creamy curves shudder, and then it’s on us.
“Mason!” she screams again. “Oh god, Mason!”
Because fuck. I’ve got two digits embedded in her holes, and this time as she comes, I can feel both her pussy and ass spasming and clamping wildly, so tight and hot that my fingers almost break off from the pressure.
“Aw fuck,” comes my growl. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
Because I want it. My cock’s hard as a hammer now, dying to be in the female, but there’s no time. We’re literally pulling up the curb as one more shock jerks through her frame, anus and twat going wild.