Bend over the hood

Crassle wraps his fingers in your hair and holds your head away from his cock. You open your mouth wide, breathing heavily, spit connecting your lips to his swollen shaft. Your fingers work your clit.

"Let's fuck," you moan.

Crassle releases his hold on you and you climb out of his car. The night is cool and the street is dark, but not nearly dark enough. There are lights on the front of every house, including your own. Crassle smiles and follows you around to the smooth, silver hood of his car.

"Bend over," he says.

You obey, slowly bending at the waist and laying your hands and cheek against the hood of his expensive car. The engine is warm through the hood. Your white leather coat rides up and over your ass, completely exposing your firm cheeks and the juicy lips of your pussy to the old man's lecherous gaze.

"Look at that sweet ass," he mutters and steps up behind you.

He places a hand on either cheek and then crouches, burying his nose in your ass and sending his hot tongue spearing into your pussy. You stifle a gasp as he licks your honey, then your clit, then trail his tongue up the crack of your ass. He flicks the sensitive rosebud between your cheeks and makes you squirm.

Then he stands and drags his hard dick out of his slacks. He strokes it and slaps the leaky head against your cheeks and between your ass. He rubs it against your upturned pussy, sending shivers through your throbbing clit.

"Oh God," you whisper.

Your body aches with the anticipation. You wonder if he intends to fuck your swollen and slippery slit or your little pink asshole.