Well, how can you question Mick Jagger?

We lunged at each other in perfect sync, our lips locking in a hot, passionate kiss as the song continued to play. She moaned as our tongues flicked across one another, twin snakes engaged in an erotic dance. Feeling her fingers rake through my hair, I slid my hand along her smooth thigh, reaching the edge of her shirt and lingering with my fingers just underneath the fabric. Her hand soon clamped down on mine, pulling it back to her ass, which I took great pleasure in squeezing.

How long had I stared at her ass as she ran ahead of me, her tight shorts highlighting every curve of her perfectly-sculpted rear? I wasn't at all surprised to feel it firm in my grip as she moaned with pleasure, her hands slipping beneath my shirt and running up along my stomach to my chest. Taking this as a signal, I begrudgingly removed my hand from her backside and pulled my shirt up over my head, but rather than grabbing her ass again, I slid my hands under her shirt and clamped down on her sides to pull her closer, her skin hot to the touch. She quickly pulled her own shirt up over her head and, wasting no time, removed her sports-bra and let her full, firm breasts fall into view. I hardly had time to notice how perky they were before she shoved me back and lifted her leg across me, straddling me in the seat.

Our lips locked once more as she began to grind against me, both of my hands clamping down on her shapely behind and making her moan. She began to grind her crotch up and down along my stiff rod, which at this point was full-mast within my jeans; waves of pleasure pulsing through me. I broke our kiss so that I could kiss her neck, grunting as she raked her nails down my back like a wildcat.

By this point we were both breathing heavily, and through her heavy panting she sighed, "I know what you want."

She arched her back as she continued to grind against me, thrusting her chest forward. Accepting her invitation, I brought my mouth to one of her hardened nipples, sucking and licking on it as she gasped and groaned. After taking a few moments to make sure that I thoroughly stimulated both of her amazing breasts, I kissed up along her neck until she grew impatient and grabbed my head to **** me into yet another passionate kiss.

I held her tightly against me, both of us groaning as we continued to gyrate in tune with one another. There was no thought in our actions; only base primal instinct. We communicated solely through touch, along with the occasional grunt and moan and sigh of pleasure.

She suddenly gasped for air, pressing her forehead against mine and staring into my eyes. For a moment we both paused, all movement ceased with the exception of our heaving chests, already glistening with a sheen of sweat. I felt her hand gently brush the side of my face as I got lost in her eyes, unable and unwilling to read her expression.

"I want you," she whispered to me.

I watched as she somehow managed to somewhat stand in the confined space, bent over at the waist with her breasts hanging beneath her as she slid her uniform-bottom down her legs, all without breaking eye-contact. Never looking away from her gaze, I clumsily began to undo my belt, lifting my ass up so I could yank down my pants. I suddenly felt her warm hands on my thighs, unable to contain the moan that escaped my lips. Looking down at my exposed cock, she straddled me again, the heat from her sex radiating against my skin. Gazing as I was at her exposed, hairless crotch, I watched as her hands slowly crept between my legs, gently taking a hold of my exposed rod and testicles, the pleasure so great that I tensed up and groaned to her touch.

With her knees on either side of me, I felt her pelvis lift off of my lap, her breasts bobbing enticingly close to my face as she looked down at me with her glazed expression.

In a quiet, almost shy voice that seemed so unlike her, she whispered, "Do... do you want me, too?"