Kylie
Dirty, and oh so f*****g good.
His c**k slams in and out of me, so I grab the back of his chair and use it to ride him. Lights arch across the car as people pass us, and it only amps me up.
My breath fogs the windows as I pant and moan, using riding him. He holds me tight, letting me take whatever I want, letting me use him. Tilting back, I drag his mouth to mine and kiss him hard, all clashing teeth and desperate tongues as we rock and pump together, both reaching for the orgasms we can feel coming.
His fingers tighten on me, one hand gripping my breast—f**k, that’s amazing. I love the pain, I love the hardness. He clutches me tighter and drags me closer. His hips stutter, and he’s just pounding into me now, uncaring about finesse or restraint.
“Angel.” He moans my name into my
