“Yeah, I just wanted to stop somewhere first,” he replies, and pulls into this weird wooded parking-spot. xxx18 I can’t believe this is happening, but it is, and I’m so glad. I bite my lip, my heart racing. His hand moves from my throat and he quickly flips me over. We make out for a couple minutes before pulling away breathlessly, and I blush, ashamed or embarassed. He keeps going, and I ride out the best orgasm I’ve had in months, moaning, “Oh god, thank you.”
He quickens his pace, and I cry out in pleasure. He smiles briefly, making eye contact that still gives me butterflies, even after all this. “Will you grab my bag on the floor of the backseat?” he asks, and I nod.




















