Up top, obviously.

"Uh...."

That was the only noise Julie felt comfortable making as Bruce squeezed her breasts, drawing a wolf whistle from the back as she felt his hips pushing into her. His skin felt rough, and there was something naughty about a black guy being so close to her, something taboo.

Her top was struggling to stay in place, and her breathing got deeper and more ragged; the more she tried to stay still, the less she could as she struggled to figure out where to put her hands, clenched together on her lap as she was fondled. Eventually, daringly, one of her hands went between her legs, rubbing the skin on her thighs while her other went behind, rubbing against the front of his shorts.[

It was so hot in the car; the AC wasn't working. His cock was so huge, tented in his shorts. She was so wet, wondering if her shorts were even hiding it.

"Fuck..."

It took a moment for her to realize she'd said the words, the material of her top scrunching on her tits, Bruce's rough hands fondling them like stress balls. She felt one of his hands leave her chest, and she could only wait with eager anticipation to see if he was going down to relieve the pressure down low, or if get her flimsy top out of the way instead.