I’m still bent over the hood, phone screen glowing on the dirty concrete like a f*****g bomb about to go off. Sarah’s name flashing. Vibrating. Ringing loud in the empty garage. And Richard? He doesn’t even slow down. Just keeps thrusting deep into my c*m-filled p***y, slow and filthy, every inch dragging against my walls like he owns every single nerve.
“Oh god… Richard… it’s her…” I whisper, voice cracking, panic slamming into my chest. But my hips are still rocking back on him like the desperate slut I’ve become. His c**k is so thick, stretching me wide, squelching through the mess he already pumped inside me. Warm c*m leaking out with every push, dripping down my thighs in thick sticky trails, mixing with my squirt. The smell hits me hard... raw s*x, sweat, his cologne, my own p***y j
