You held my hand as we made our slow way out of the bar. You climbed in the backseat and lay down on the back seat with your legs out the door, your feet resting on the pavement. Already hard, your cock twitched playfully as my hands and tongue pretended to mold and reshape as if it were clay. You pulled out and your spunk slid out in a gooey mess as you took my hand. I sighed with pleasure. You were moaning softly and whispering, “Oh, Baby. I rested my forehead on the window next to me, thinking about what a good night’s sleep was waiting for me on my comfortable bed. When we got to the car, you unlocked it and opened the back passenger door. One man was speaking into his phone, “Right out front. You also started breathing hard. Stopping on my clit, you rubbed it gently. Your right hand was cupping my right breast, your fingers tickling my nipple.
