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The ride homeIt had been a good birthday party for one of our friends but it was time for us to head home. Both of us slightly drunk, a little high & very horny as we always were walked to the car with thoughts of how we’d fuck each others brains out in just a little while. I watched her sundress jiggle as a teal thong did very little for restraining all that ass. We gave each other flirtatious looks on the route to the highway & once cruising I told her to take those panties off so I could play with that kitty. No hesitation & she was completely naked, seat reclined, feet on the dash & ready for whatever. I reached over slowly caressing a nipple & palming a breast, working my way down her side which made her let out an intoxicated giggle. The softness of her inner thigh made my dick begin to swell. I rubbed closer & closer to a juicy peach I had devoured on many spontaneous occasions leaving me with a wet mustache. Finally I started to rub her clit as she began squirming like a cat in heat. My canlı bahis şirketleri plan was to warm the oven so she could cook my meatloaf once we got home. She couldn’t wait that long. She sprang up & reached over to undo my pants. I hoisted myself upward to assist in her desires. This wasn’t the first or the last time I drove with my pants around my ankles, right arm on the backrest, left hand steering & her head moving up & down like a sewing machine. We had been together well over a year & sexually made one hell of a team. The women’s bathroom at a bar, park trails, front porch, all no comparison to how this night ended. She came up for air & slid her right leg across my lap placing her wet pussy onto my gearshift. She didn’t know how to drive stick but she was going to learn tonight. As she bottomed out & let out a gasp of air I leaned toward the door so I could see the road ahead. It was after 2am & the road was pretty clear except a car whose lights I could see on my rearview. canlı poker oyna She rode & ground deep on my hard dick as I palmed her ass with my right hand. The car behind us seemed to change lanes to my right but never passed which was odd since I set the cruise at 55 in a 60 zone. She took note & enjoyed the fact they might be trying to see through my window tint. I felt her juices soaking my inner thighs & balls. Knowing she was close to orgasm I slid my middle finger in her ass. It might’ve been another 7 thrusts before her breathing got heavier & I felt her taint pulsate around my finger. She was known to squirt if the circumstances were right but held back, biting my neck & pressing the roof to avoid soaking the seat. We weren’t far from the exit which meant I had to cum since we’d certainly pass the cop that always sat just up the road. I gripped her ass tighter & pulled her into me like I was going for a championship. She was a little sensitive from her orgasm but held on like güvenilir bahis a trooper. I thumbed the cruise off to buy myself some time. Less than a mile from the exit I felt that familiar tickle in my scrotum & she could feel me getting bigger & harder as it grew closer. Seconds after merging into the exit lane I erupted like a shaken soda bottle. She felt the warm spurts ooze into her walls as I groaned & grunted to keep the car in control while expelling a 4 day load. We rolled to the top of the exit ramp & sat at the red light as she slowly slithered off my lap exhausted & sweaty. I continued the short drive from there with my pants still down as she lay across the seat staring at it like a piece of art. I backed into the driveway & shut the car off. All of the neighbors lights were off so we figured it was pointless to get dressed for a quick walk inside. I finished taking my pants off, threw them in the backseat & we lazily did the walk of shame butt naked, a chill on my soaked tool from the early morning air & a set of erect nipples guiding the way. Amongst our circle of coupled friends we always let the group know when someone made it home. We sent out a pic of our clothes in the backseat & our fridge door open for after sex snacks.

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