Let's ride him

I needed him inside of me.

I needed release of my own, and I needed that dirty cock to be sliding inside of me and to be giving me that feeling.

And I needed it to be dirty, disgusting.

I hiked my dress up and I kept sucking him off, giving off lewd sounds as I went to remove my panties.

Seeing my activity, he decided to be a gentleman and help.

And he tore my panties down my legs and off, then gave my ass a powerful spank that drove me forward onto his cock.

I moaned loud, and he laughed at my predicament.

"Get on top." He commanded with forceful disregard, and I jumped to follow that command, as I put myself above him.

This was the moment.

A romantic evening needed its romantic ending, as he removed condom from his pocket, opened it, and placed it on his cock below me...

And he pushed up, only lust on his mind, as his cock invaded my pussy.

And I lost my footing, and fell back down with him, his cock lodged deep inside of me.

And it felt odd, invasive, extremely perverted to be doing this in the backseat of a car.

Yet I was doing it.

And I was loving it.

And I needed more of him.

And so I started slowly going up and down.

Taking his length, and then letting it go.

Then taking it back again.

In and out he went, and moan after moan my voice got louder.

I didn't care about the location anymore. I didn't care who it was with.

Hell, I didn't even care if Eric came and watched, or Bekham, or anyone for that matter.

I needed release.

It was now a common goal, and we were both racing towards it, me jumping up and down and him matching my movements, driving his penis deeper in me and making me give off the most naughty of moans.

And we jumped and moved and grinded and played, and we were enjoying each other's bodies, as his hands went to the front of my dress and started pinching my nipples, eliciting loud, horny, slutty moans from me.

I was a toy for his pleasure, but a vocal toy who was finding pleasure of her own.

And I felt that wave of pleasure approach, wanting to crash over me, to engulf me.

And I wanted it to come as I rushed towards it.

"I am close."

So was I, and I needed it soon. I was running out of breath, the car's windows were turning foggy, the penis inside me was twitching and exploring.

He gave a big grunt, pushing upwards.

I jumped off, and kept playing with my clit, as he swiftly removed the condom and came over my belly, covering it with his sperm.

And I fiddled as he covered my hand and the bottom of my dress, and I fiddled as I watched his face contort in agonizing pleasure.

And I came too, my moans rising in the backseat of the car as his cock rested, still spurting its white liquid, at the door of my quivering snatch, and I loved the feelings.

He could've pushed back, a danger that I didn't care for at the moment.

Yet ever the gentleman, he didn't, as he kept rubbing his cock against the outside of my pussy, prolonging the feelings I was having and the naughty wave of pleasure that I was riding.

And I was happy to have found this dirty satisfaction, even if it was at the hand of a stranger... Or maybe because of it.

And I felt fulfilled.

Ever the gentleman, he grabbed my discarded panties and gave them to me.

"Time to go. Put these on."

And I did, over my sperm-covered snatch, before adjusting my dress.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for me and spanked my ass to send me outside, and on my way to wherever I wanted to go.