AR - Backseat makeout

There are like… layers of awkwardness. First, the backseat of your car is not that big. Then there’s the part where you and Adella are both trying not to laugh, even while making out.

“Oh, you’re so strong,” she says when you push her down on the seat.

“Shut up. You’re my sweet, feminine girlfriend, damn it,” you tell her.

“Oh,” she says, pretending to swoon. You’re both wearing jeans, so getting those off like this in such close quarters is a nightmare. On the other hand, being all tangled up like this in the increasingly steamy car does get the juices flowing.

Adella stops laughing when her jeans and underwear are on the floor and you’re touching her as you kiss, her erection flopping around and slapping against her firm tummy as you stroke the lips of her pussy. She looks mostly serious as she helps you unbutton your jeans and shimmy them down just enough to get your cock out. You kiss her deeply, roughly grabbing her breast through her shirt. It might be a little different for her with your roles reversed, but she’s enjoying it.

She exhales sharply through her nose when you enter her, then relaxes and pulls you close. You look into her eyes as you move your hips. Everything is limited by the confines of the car, but you still have some leverage. You shove in suddenly and hard, making her gasp.

You smirk down at her. You haven’t seen her face this red since you had sex in the sauna at camp. Adella doesn’t beg you to fuck her, but she does spread her legs as much as she can, and you turn up the heat with your hips. She only cries out when you put your back into an athletic thrust, but her panting gets louder and more **** the longer you go. The way that her expression gradually changes from looking challenging to a face of pleasure, then to one of vulnerability as she starts feeling really good… is such a turn-on.

It's enough that you lose conscious thought; your body takes over. You need release, and nothing’s more important than letting it all out as deep inside her as you can. Your sweaty face presses against hers as push in and hold her tight, gushing.

One minute your body is tight and rigid as you’re cumming, then you feel like a puddle on top of her.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. Her chest rises and falls, taking you with it. “I’ll finish you off,” you promise, moving your hand, only to find your shirts soaked. She came! You open your eyes and see her gazing dazedly at the ceiling of the car. You fucked her so well that she jizzed her brains out in your backseat. You’ll never let her live this down.