Eat that young pussy and warm her up

You crawl down the burrito of the coat. Your face rubs against her soft rack. You could sleep all night using them like pillows. You snake out of the coats into the tent of the blankets. It’s much colder colder outside the coats. Her stocking’d legs more be freezing.

You’ll warm them up. You rub your hand on her nylon thighs, warming them up. You don’t want cold fingers on her warm skin. She rolls onto her back; she wants this just as much as you. You peel her stockings down to her knees first. You kiss up her bare thighs. You inhale her scent. You kiss her warm pussy through her panties.

“This kitty isn’t cold.”

She sighs, “It’s getting warmer by the second.”

You don’t want to strip her anymore than you have to. You pull her panties to the side and reveal her plump pussy lips. Your mouth waters: you’ve never been hungrier.

You eat her sweet peach. Licking and sucking her dripping pussy. She moans and grips your hair. Her smell fills the entire car. Your tongue can’t get enough of her. You swirl on her clit like it’s soft serve.

“Oh my god! You have to teach your brother that. Holy Christ.” Her toes curl. She cums all over your licking tongue.

Her hands pull at your hair. She pants, “Stop. Stop.”

You snake back up into the coats. Your chin drips with her arousal. She kisses you vicariously, tasting herself on your lips and tongue. She sighs, “You’re better than your brother at kissing and eating pussy.”

Steam floating off your sweating bodies as you make out. You grind you hard dick between her spread thighs.

She asks, “Is that sausage still available? I need something in my mouth.”

You smile, “If my sausage is coming out, it’s going in your throat.”

“Even better,” she says, rolling in the coats to get on top of you.

Ask she works her way down your body, you tease, “Now it’s your turn to see if you’re better at something than my wife.”