I was lost in the haze of pure bliss, my body rocking on the hood of the car as Andrew's thick c**k drove into me over and over. Each thrust hit deep, stretching my p***y in ways that made my toes curl and my breath catch. God, he was so much better than Mark—needier, hungrier, like he couldn't get enough of me. His hips slammed forward with this raw urgency, his grunts filling the garage, mixing with the wet slaps of our skin. Mark had never f****d me like this, never made me feel so wanted, so utterly filled. Andrew's shaft dragged along my walls, hitting spots that sent sparks shooting up my spine, and I clenched around him, milking him for more.
My eyes were squeezed shut, the world narrowing to the heat building between my legs. Sweat slicked my skin, my t**s bounced with every pound
