A Pleasing Ride

I gasp, feeling his cock press against me, his jeans the only thing between us. Smiling, I whisper back, "Seems your body already made that inquiry.", bringing my right hand around. reaching and unzipping his fly, his rock-hard member popping out, slapping across my shaved mound.

I rub myself along his length, feeling it pressing directly upon my shaved mound. I press myself upon it, his grip upon my breath tightening, and his fingers feeling me up pressed into my pussy lips. I moan softly as I pressed his cock into me, rising up slightly as I felt it stretching my insides. I felt pleasure rising in me as I started to thrust his cock into my pussy, bouncing up and down carefully. I look down, my legs spread wide, paying close attention to what I was doing, pleasing him with my body, even as he grasped and groped me.

I hear myself moaning with eat thrust, pressing him deeper into me with each thrust. I hear the driver, along with the other passengers, laugh, clearly watching me go down in their buddy/ my heckler, but all that did was turn me on further. I orgasmed as I felt his cock pressed deeper into me, pleasure flooding through my being as I used myself to please him. I gasped, feeling pleasure and pain merging in me as I pressed him deeper into me.

I feel him deeper, and I start bouncing freely upon him, stopping my upward movement at the tip of his cock, before driving myself down upon him, his balls smacking into my intimate folds, before going back up. Each thrust is a slow, forceful movement, pressing myself hard upon his member, my body bouncing upon him with each thrust. My moans were loud now, and it was clear everyone in the car knew what we were up to; I just didn't care.

"Aaaaa AAAAHHHH FFFFFUUuuuuuuuccccCCCKKKKKK AUUGuuughhhHH!" I cried aloud, as an orgasm pounded its way through me, my heart rate elevated, and had to be careful when they come to an abrupt halt. I gasp, but did not stop working my best to please him, and continued to bounce upon his cock, feeling his balls smack against me with every rebound. I orgasm again and again, knowing he was using me for his own desires, but finding myself wanting nothing else but to keep doing it.

I felt his hand, now at my side, holding on to me tightly, my orgasmic cries filling the van, as I sought to please him. My bosom bouncing widely, I found myself wondering who could see, but decided not to find out, my attention focus solely on pleasuring him. I find myself slowly increasing in pace, the space between each rise and fall of my body increasing, my breath raspy between shouts, as I used my body to the best impact to pleasure my heckler.

My orgasms increase with it, as I use my body for his desires. I'm all but screening, thrusting him deep within me, and I feel him shoot his load deep within me then, my body quickly responding by climaxing. My cries sharp, I keep working upon him a bit more, unleashing the rest of his load into my body before stopping, his member still embedded deep within me, his hands holding onto me tightly.

As my breath grew more regular, and I notice where at a stop, I find myself wondering if they have gotten to my condo, my mind remembering the company I was with, and what it may mean ...