Manly Pink

Pink. The color of a traditional husband, a man who stays at home, cooks and clean and takes care of his wife stress. Some call it the vanilla colour, but there is a reason why vanilla is popular. Evelyn doesn't look disappointed at all. She kisses you again while she slowly takes care of her trousers. The air inside the car gets invaded by her musk as her pussy is exposed. You barely have time to see it, but it looks beautiful, with carefully trimmed hairs and parted lips that screams willingness. She positions herself over you, ready to ride you.

"There is a curious story about the gendering of the colour pink." Her hand reaches for your pole, she has no trouble finding it. She teases her entrance with your head, you feel all her warmth and water. "It was all the rage amongst the french nobility and court right when the french revolution happened."

She drops down in a single move, the clash of your flesh reverbs across the whole car. Your whole cock is inside her, trapped and owned by her bigger and stronger body. She delights in your moan, whispers in your ears. "The revolutionaries, on the other hand, prided themselves on their austerity, linking it with the new age of reason and enlightenment they supported." She rides you, moving her hips with strength, dominating you, like a trad-husband is meant to be taken. She makes you moan, she knows how to. "Pink was the colour of the monarchy, the naive and immature... Ideal for a young and naive man. That idea persisted through time, it's at the core of why women wear black suits and men wear colorful dresses... One is for the "logical" gender, the other for the "emotional" one... I don't feel that logical right now, do you?"

"I... Don't" you say. She is making you tremble. She really knows how to do this. She grinds her very self against you and you are wholly inside her and wholly hers. She traps you between her legs and under her bosom and you don't want to scape.

"But you do feel emotional, don't you? I do feel emotional, I have never felt this hard for a man, not this quick. I want to have you inside me all the time. I want to be full of you, all the time."

She now makes you blush too. For a while there's nothing else around you, only her. She has taken control, she owns you and your dick. She rides you like a conqueress, an old queen of legends, like those you saw at the museum in those expensive paintings. She smiles when she feels you close.

"Go on. Don't hold it back. I want to feel it, I have earned it. I'm close too."

You explode inside her, you fill her with your seed and hear her satisfied moan. She holds you there, biting your neck. You feel her tremble as you stuff her and after a while you feel her lips again. Kissing the mouth that now belongs to her.