Ethan's POV
The car felt hot, and the windows were already fogged from our heavy breaths.
Jessie was on top of me with her hips rolling slow and deep and her t**s bouncing free as she rode my d**k. My hands gripped her waist with my thumbs digging into the softness just above her hips as she ground down.
She was so tight. So f*****g tight. Every time she sank onto me, my breath hitched with my teeth gritting to keep me from groaning too loud. Not that it mattered, nobody was around. The neighborhood is dead quiet this late. But there was something about the silence between us and about the way she bit her lip instead of making noise that made it feel even dirtier.
Her fingers curl against my chest with nails scraping lightly through my shirt. I can feel her trembling with every thrust
