You lean in, and whisper "I want to fuck you worse than anything."

You lean in, and whisper "I want to fuck you worse than anything." There's a moment's pause before she lets go of the seatbelt, causing it to snap back to the door. She dives towards you, pinning you to your window and ravishing you with her tongue. Stunned, you return the favor, your tongues dancing around each other as your hands grip both sides of her waist, pulling her body closer. She breaks the kiss.

"Promise me you won't tell anybody."

"Anything."

She leans back into you, kissing you deeply as her soft hands begin pulling at the zipper of your pants. Your cock has sprung to rock hard in barely a moment, and you feel embarrassed at the damp spot you feel in your boxers. Your arousal for this horny, lonely matron was overpowering, like nothing you've felt before. The weed you'd smoked, too, makes your mind whir with erotic bliss as she pulls down you pants and slips your aching cock through the slit of your boxers.

"There we go, oooh..."

She begins to jerk you off as she continues her passionate kissing. You let your arms slide up from her waist to the sides of her torso. Reveling in the moment of a yearning fulfilled, you then slide them forward and cup her enormous tits in both hands. They're soft, heavy, with a bit of sag. She moans throatily into your mouth as you begin to massage and play with her chest.

Her hand betrays her sexual experience and prowess; she's practically milking it, and each time she slides her hand up the shaft it feels like a little bolt of static tingles in your balls.

"Oh yes, oh baby, its been soooooooo loooooong..." she sighs as she continues. You suddenly have a grim realization. You allowed yourself to give in to your desire so completely that you're already right at the edge. You worry that if you cum now, Ms. Lanner may have a moment to think about this and it could all be over before any round 2.