Not pure passion, like it’s been every time before. Not just fire and lust.
Something more. Something deeper. Something more solid and real.
Her hands reach up to hold my neck. I grab her around the waist and pull her onto my lap so that she’s straddling me.
The moment she’s on me, my c**k turns rocks hard and she grinds on it softly while my fingers twist into her hair.
I part her lips with my tongue and push inside of her, desperate for her sweetness, desperate to lose myself in her body. She whimpers and writhes against me.
I pull off her shirt and throw it to the side of the car, before I spread her out against the air mattress.
Her fingers rake over my shirt, pushing it off me. Then I pull of my pants and boxers and settle over her, my fingers twisting into the waistband of her
