Ivy

It’s Ivy, the domme form the broken drum!

You freeze mid-thrust, your eyes snapping to the side sindow and seeing her. Your heart skips a beat, your mind racing as the reality of your situation slaps you across the face. She's wearing a black leather jacket, tight jeans that hug her curves. Her hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and she taps again on the car window with a smug grin. “Bree. Still a slut I see!”

You scramble to compose yourself as you dismount ruefully, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. Ivy's presence is unexpected, but oddly... thrilling. You roll down the window, the smell of the forest wafting. “What the hell are you doing here?” you ask, trying to sound annoyed.

“I had a delivery for you, but you sent me away. Looks like you’ve found a new game to play.” Ivy says as she opens the drivers door and climbs in. “If I rev the engine whilst your fucking the gear shift it will blow your mind. Hop on slut,” she presses the clutch and accelerator and the gear shift thrums with the different revolutions.

“I don’t-“ you start.

“Mount it you little cunt.” She tells you firmly.

You hesitate for a moment, the embarrassment and the thrill fighting each other in your mind. But the desire to feel that intense pleasure again overwhelms your shyness, and you find yourself nodding. You straddle the gear shifter again, feeling the warmth from the engine beneath you. Ivy's eyes gleam with excitement as she watches you, her own hand slipping down to rest on her crotch. Her feet dance on the pedals and its as goo as she promised.

The vibrations from the engine are stronger now, the car practically humming with power as you start to move again, faster this time. Your breathing matches the rhythm of the car, your hips rolling and thrusting in a silent bliss. Ivy's hand moves from her crotch to yours, her fingers pressing into your clit as she guides your movements. She's in control, but it's a control you willingly surrender to.

Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your legs shaking as you get closer and closer to climax. You're so caught up in the moment, you barely notice the car rocking gently with your movements. The leather of the shift is sticky with your juices, the scent of your arousal mixing with the leather upholstery smell.

"That's it, baby," Ivy whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Take it all." Her foot pumps the gas and you moan.

Her hand controls your pleasure, her fingers pressing, rolling, and pinching your clit masterfully. The vibrations from the engine strum against your g-spot, creating an intense sensation. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, drowning out the sounds of the forest and the world around you. You scream, your body convulsing with the intensity of it, your muscles clenching around the gear shift as if it were a living being.