Car sex

The next time they met, it was in Brad's car. Sarah looked cute and innocent in a floral dress, but Brad knew the truth. He knew she was a dirty little slut who loved to be used and abused.

He drove them to a secluded parking lot, where they wouldn't be disturbed. Sarah fidgeted nervously in her seat, still feeling guilty about cheating on her husband. But when Brad leaned over and kissed her, all her worries melted away.

They started making out like two horny teenagers, with Brad's hands roaming all over Sarah's body. He squeezed her breasts through her dress, making her gasp with pleasure.

"Take off your dress," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then she obeyed. She slipped off her dress, revealing her lacy bra and matching panties.

Brad licked his lips, his eyes roving over her body. "You look fucking hot," he growled.

Sarah blushed, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. She had never felt so exposed before, but with Brad, it felt right.

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down to grab her ass. He squeezed her cheeks roughly, making her moan into his mouth.

"Take off your bra," he ordered, his voice husky.

Sarah did as she was told, slipping off her bra to reveal her perky breasts. Brad wasted no time in taking them in his mouth, sucking on her nipples and making her whimper with pleasure.

He moved his hand down to her panties, rubbing her through the fabric. "God, you're so wet," he murmured.

Sarah arched her back, wanting more. She needed to feel him inside her, filling her up with his hard cock.

"Please, Brad," she begged. "Fuck me."

He grinned wickedly and pushed her back against the car seat. He yanked off her panties and spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them.

And then he plunged into her, filling her up with his hard length. Sarah cried out, unable to contain her pleasure any longer.

Brad fucked her hard and fast, making her squeal so loud that passerby's stared at them. Sarah was shy and embarrassed, trying to stop Brad, but he only pounded into her harder, making her lose control.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. "I could fuck you all night."

Sarah moaned and writhed beneath him, completely under his control. She was his little fucktoy, and she loved every minute of it.

They fucked in the car for what felt like hours, with Brad switching positions and pounding her from every angle. Sarah lost track of how many times she came, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the pleasure and the ecstasy of being used by Brad.

When they were finished, Sarah was a mess. Her hair was tangled, her makeup was smudged, and her dress was wrinkled. But she didn't care. She felt alive and free, and she knew she would do it all over again in a heartbeat.