CRAVING – A SLUT DEEPTI STORY 6

CRAVING – A SLUT DEEPTI STORY 6
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CHAPTER SIX:

I needed a day to decompress after that last experience. Even Prakash noticed a change in me. Well, kind of. What he noticed was that I was distracted and less responsive to his inane banter about his work. That man, if he only understood anything about me …

Instead of making me feel that I had not attended to him properly, though, his reaction to me spurred me to evaluate and understand what had happened in the Park. I was curious about some aspects of what happened. A time before he had warned me that a man on the path was stopped and listening. This time, though, when a group of people left the path and walked near where I was, he didn’t provide any warning. Had he left? I didn’t think so. This man was receiving a vicarious excitement in his ability to assist me so I didn’t think he would abandon that and leave. Even if he wasn’t seeing the actual act, he would want to be nearby.

After Prakash left for work on the morning of the second day, I resumed communication with the man. I opened the phone while walking to the large window in the living room so I could peer over the other buildings to the east and see the Park in the distance. It took some minutes before he responded to my text.

‘Are you naked?’

‘Sorry, Sir.’

Slowly, over all the texts and questions and divulging of intimate information and my easy, trusting compliance with his proposals, the term ‘Sir’ had slipped into my references to him. I didn’t even use that to Prakash. I put the phone down on a table, quickly removing my churidar kurta I had selected for the day since I was going grocery shopping in the morning. I resumed my position in front of the window, not because he requested it, he didn’t, but because it returned the feelings of exposure and risk, even if it now seemed much less risky that things I had been doing.

The texts went back and forth with some occasional delays on his end. I felt he was distracted by activities on his end, but he made no suggestion of me waiting until later. I apologized for interrupting him, but he insisted it was alright if I didn’t mind some interruptions in the texts. I asked him about the group of people and no warning from him.

‘Yes, that was nasty of me, wasn’t it?’

There was a pause. I really didn’t want to respond to that. I felt like he let me down. I thought what he was doing was also providing some support, watchfulness. As a result, I had begun letting my guard down to enjoy the a****ls. I was thinking I could trust him. So, I waited.

‘Are you upset? I suppose you are, but let me explain. I arranged for those people to walk past you and talk and speculate about sounds. They were never going to actually look for you in the bushes.’

‘It scared me to death! Why would you do that?’

‘I did it FOR you. Over our messaging, I have learned that a big part of what you found thrilling was the risk. Your physical experiences were going to be limited. You were, are, a frustrated wife. Seeking some level of exhibitionistic thrills was how you began. The dogs were unplanned, unexpected, but the experience with them was enhanced by the risk factor. True?’

‘True.’

‘So, tell me … how did it feel when they came close.’

‘I was knotted. I was completely helpless. Even more, Jhony’s cock slipped into my ass, not my cunt. I had no idea how long it might take for him to pull out of my tight ass. I had to worry about keeping Jhony quiet and calm so the people wouldn’t hear our struggle of being tied.’

‘But … how did it all feel?’

I paused. So, he didn’t let me down. I was never in real danger. They knew I was there, but they were never going to know who I was. Honesty, Deepti, he’s provided so much.

‘It felt amazing! If it had been one of the bigger dogs in my cunt, I probably would have orgasmed.’ I paused, then forged on with what I was feeling. ‘You did that all for me. Why?’

‘You excite me. Helping you experience these things is exciting. I am not a young man. I have been alone for quite some time. You are allowing me to feel things I have not for a very long time.’

Another pause. I gave him time. There was more he was working out, I could feel it.

‘May I think of other things for you?’

I didn’t pause. ‘YES! Yes, Sir.’

‘Will you tell me just your first name?’

I felt a connection I could trust. ‘It scared me, but it thrilled me, too. I feel I can trust you. Can I? Is it foolish of me to ask if I can trust you?’

‘I am pleased you were excited. I am sorry about the scared part, but that is part of what excites you. Yes, you can trust me. I don’t want to hurt you or compromise you. You are special. I can help you achieve what you desire. What is your name?’

I didn’t hesitate further, ‘Deepti. My first name is Deepti.’

‘Ahhh … luster, shine, glow. Has that fit you in your life?’

‘No, not until lately maybe.’

‘You mean since this excitement has come into your life? What happens if your husband begins to question your change?’

I didn’t know how to respond to that question. If, and that might be a big if, my husband did notice a change in my demeanor, what would he think? Maybe, he would simply be relieved and not question it, at all. Our honest communication had been so bad for so long, I really had little way of guessing.

‘I don’t know what the answer to that is, Sir. I have to manage my appearance around him, I think. Anything he notices might be explained by my hiking in the Park, an improvement in my physical being?’ He agreed that would be good. ‘Sir, I am curious about the dogs. You said they are stud dogs, have they been with other women before, too?’

I heard him chuckle at the question. ‘Why do you ask that, Deepti? Say it plainly, dear. Tell me why you ask.’

He suspected my reason, I could feel it. Oh God, could I really admit such a thing? He didn’t break the developing silence. He was very skilled in patience, making me feel the nervousness of silence.

‘I am wondering if I am their first and only woman to fuck. Am I their only human-bitch?’ He didn’t respond. More silence. I asked the question, but he knew there was more emotion, desire behind it that I hadn’t yet admitted. I gulped in air and plunged ahead, ‘Sir, am I their only woman-bitch? It would be so exciting to be their only woman-bitch. The thought of being their bitch has become very exciting.’

I could hear the pleasure in his voice when he finally responded. ‘Yes, my dear, you are their only woman-bitch, as you call it. You are their bitch. You like being their bitch, don’t you?’ I said, yes. ‘You like the idea more than human sex. You would rather be fucked by the dogs than by men. Dogs satisfy you in a way you don’t think men ever could. You would take more risks, do almost anything to enjoy dog-cock more and more.’

‘Yes, Sir! Everything you said is true! I love dog-cock and I want more. Yes, you can tell me what you want me to do. I want to be their bitch!’

He had asked permission to arrange something new and different for me to experience after the scare in the Park. I had quickly given him my approval. I had quickly pronounced my desire to be a bitch for his dogs. I had even let slip that my desire for the experiences was pushing me to do whatever he wanted me to do. I felt like I was somehow sitting on a wild rocket ride, I was blasting into new realms of experience and unknown opportunities. It was scary, but it was exhilarating.

While he was probably devising something different, though, I enjoyed a couple more trips to the Park. One with Sheru and the other with Balaji. As sweet and cute Jhony was, I did prefer the larger cocks and knots of the other two dogs. The experience of being knotted in the ass, though, never left me and I knew I would want to experience that, again.

He was putting himself more and more in charge of these encounters. On days when we didn’t have something arranged for the Park, he might text me at some point during the day and give me an instruction. I was free to do it or not, he had no physical control over me, but I found myself always following his instructions. Some days it was merely being naked the entire day with clothespins on my nipples. Other times, it might be standing naked in front of the big window while I used the dildo in my cunt until I orgasmed. That would take many minutes and sometimes I found myself deliberately extending the exhibition, wondering the entire time if someone might be in a building somewhere to the east with binoculars or telescope. The thought made it even more exciting and that, of course, was the objective.

He also changed how I was to dress on the arranged outing. From now on, he said in a text, I was to only wear sarees. He didn’t want to see me in jeans and tee-shirts, anymore. If he did, he would not release the dog. That threat did exert some control over me, but it was unnecessary, I would have complied, anyway. He was very specific about my dressing. Not only was it to be only a saree with a form-fitting top, but there would be no underwear and no petticoat. Additionally, when I was with the dogs, I was to also remove my top. Those next times when I fucked the dogs, I was completely nude in the Park. As the dogs pounded me from behind and I was on my hands and knees, I marveled at how my tits swung beneath me when they were free to move. It was thrilling to imagine someone seeing them moving like that.

The new requirement for dressing added a big psychological effect, too. Not only being completely naked but getting dressed again would be slow. There would be no way of getting dressed quickly if someone should intrude. Wrapping a saree takes minutes, anywhere from 7 to 10 minutes depending on conditions and how elaborate the dr****g is. And, without a petticoat to make the tucks into, it would be slightly different using the belt. If something happened, I wasn’t going to be able to get dressed quickly, anymore. That wasn’t a subtle change and it was quite dramatic.

The first time with Sheru with the saree went just fine. I got there and Sheru came down. I waved to the man and he waved back. Although I heard people on the path, they remained on the path and there was no tension. The second time was with Balaji and it went the same way right up until the end, then I almost died.

The day was almost perfect. One of those days that don’t seem real in a big, over-populated, industrial environment like Mumbai. The skies were clear, the breeze was gentle off the sea, and a low front had sucked away much of the humidity. After Balaji pulled his wonderful knot from my cum filled cunt, I lay on the ground satisfied and fulfilled. The dog came to my spread legs and lapped at my leaking cunt causing me to moan and sigh with further satisfaction and pleasure. I sat up to pet him in thanks when we both heard the man whistle. Balaji turned to run from the bushes and his paw caught the fabric of my saree. By the time I saw my saree leaving the bushes attached to the dog, I had two meters of material to grab before it was all gone. My reaction, though, right after an orgasm was slow. I had to jump through the bushes after the dog, landing with my upper half outside the bushes to grab the end of the 5-meter length of cloth. The man must have recognized what was happening and yelled for the dog to stop. I pulled on the fabric and dislodged the material, crawling back into the bushes and pulling the material in behind me.

I stood to wrap the saree around me when I heard voices of concern on the path below. I heard the man coming down from the slope reassuring the people that everything was alright, he had just lost the location of the dog. When they questioned what the dog had been pulling, he quickly made up a story of the sun reflecting off the waving grasses, despite almost no breeze. It bought me enough time to get dressed. I exited the bushes in the opposite direction and circled around. Another close call, but very exciting. As I walked passed the people, I could feel the dog cum still leaking from my cunt.

Then, his next idea for me came. He said he had an idea I was sure to find very thrilling, erotic, and very exhibitionistic. He asked if I trusted him enough to have his driver pick me up from any location I desired. He assured me he would protect my identity and that his driver was really his personal and professional assistant. I told him I would be waiting at the south end of the Sunder Nagar Garden. He told me the color and make of the car, the driver’s name, and other details to assure myself of the correct car.

I stood on the sidewalk at the south end of the Sundar Nagar Garden. A car matching description I was given stopped in front of me as he was heading to my left. The passenger window lowered.

“Mrs. Sinha?” I was using the end of my saree as a veil as instructed to hide my features.

“You are?” It was a dance I was instructed to perform to be sure of the car I was about to get into.

“Swapnil Kolte, ma’am.” He reached into the passenger seat next to him and handed out a mask that would cover my eyes and nose. I smiled, though he couldn’t see it, and nodded. He exited the car and held the back door open for me. I put on the mask and slid into the back seat. I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new location and another dog, though he never indicated so.

I started asking Swapnil questions about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some button on the dash and I heard the ringing of a phone on speaker. When it was answered on the other end, I was to hear the voice of the man for the first time.

Swapnil said, “Sir, I have Mrs. Sinha in the car as directed. We are heading east for the Western Expressway now.”

“Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, my name is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you feel more secure if you know more about me than I know about you. I have a number of businesses in the Mumbai area and you are headed to a remote part of one of those properties with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the time to be so interactive with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may have mentioned that already.” There was a pause and some muffled conversation in the background as though he was having a separate conversation. “Sorry, dear. I needed to take care of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my full attention. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the near future. How are you feeling about this, Deepti? Do you have the mask on?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Not at all, dear. My desire to help you experience what you crave. I think that is an interesting word, don’t you dear? Crave. It says a lot, doesn’t it? Isn’t that the way you feel about the things you are doing?”

“Yes, Sir, crave is a very good word for it. Sir, may I ask where we are headed?”

“Yes, but I am afraid it won’t mean anything to you. Suffice it to say, the location is remote, isolate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. Will you trust me, Deepti?”

“Yes, Sir.” It was even a little surprising to me that I never hesitated in the answer.

“Excellent. Swapnil, does she appear dressed per my instructions?”

“Yes, Sir. She is wearing a saree.”

“Excellent. Swapnil, call me back when you enter the Western Expressway.” Then, he was gone.

I didn’t get quite as much information as I was hoping for. I was wearing a mask to protect my features, but Swapnil wasn’t. He was in his late 20’s, average height and build. He appeared athletic and confident, though he was deferential to Mr. Iyer. Swapnil had short black hair that was somewhat unrulily. He wore glasses that were ordinary, not too stylish. He had a mustache and beard that was either new and growing out or he was having trouble growing it. Several times as Mr. Iyer talked, I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and was struck by the sparkle in them. His smile was wide and genuine. He looked like someone I wouldn’t mind spending time with.

I saw us approaching the entrance to the Western Expressway. I had been anticipating more about what was going to happen and being on the Expressway seemed to be the key moment. Once Swapnil merged onto the Expressway, he punched the redial. He didn’t say anything, Mr. Iyer began talking immediately.

“Deepti, this is when you begin to show you really trust me. I want you to move into the center of the back seat, then quickly unwrap your saree and remove your top.” My mouth dropped and I stared at the location on the dash where his voice came from. “Swapnil, what was her reaction?”

“She might be in shock, Sir.”

He laughed on the other end. “I thought as much. Deepti, we have been very careful to hide your identity. You wanted new, greater experiences. One would be to be naked in a moving car.”

I was shaking my head, but my hands were already working to remove the saree. I had to shift my position numerous times to unwrap the 5 meters of cloth. Then, I looked into the rearview mirror, saw Swapnil glancing from the road to me and back to the road. I closed my eyes and removed the top. I was sitting in the middle of the back seat of a car I had never been in before and driven by a man I had never met before. I saw the cars passing us and us passing them. We were approaching a slower truck and I closed my eyes. I knew he could look right down into the car for a very good view of me if he happened to look. I kept my eyes closed, but when I heard a truck honk next to me, I knew he happened to look and saw something he never expected.

Still reeling from what I was showing to truckers we were passing on a regular basis on the heavily traveled highway, I almost missed the next comment from Mr. Iyer.

“Dear, now slide your butt to the edge of the seat and spread your legs wide.”

My eyes flashed up to the rearview mirror, which Swapnil had his left hand on ready to adjust. That sparkle in his eyes shined even more. I fluidly took the position he instructed and never in my life felt more exposed to anyone. The only person EVER to have seen me in a position close to this was me in front of the mirror as I looked for ways to thrill myself in masturbation. Now, Swapnil, an attractive man I just met, had adjusted the mirror for quick glances to enjoy the view displayed to him through the two bucket seats in front.

“Well, Swapnil?”, Mr. Iyer enquired.

“Simply beautiful, Sir. I love the look of her pussy. The lips are parted and the inner lips clearly show. The lips and her pussy exposed inside are glistening with her juices.” His eyes showed his smile had increased. I hadn’t realized my hands had moved down my body to my cunt. When I did realize it, I pulled them back, my entire body flushing deeper than it already had been. Just then, there was another honk from a trucker. I closed my eyes. “Sir, she is a sexual goddess, I think. Her fingers moved to her pussy, but when she realized it, she pulled them away.”

God! They are talking about me as if they were watching a video or paging through a magazine. I feel like an object they are enjoying, Swapnil describing for Mr. Iyer’s imagining.

“A sexual goddess. You may truly be correct about that, Swapnil. Deepti, until you arrive at the destination, I want you to actively and intentionally masturbate with your fingers. If you can, I want you to orgasm. Use your cunt, clit, and nipples. Do whatever it takes. Let those truckers see what a sex goddess is like when she satisfies her cravings.”

Oh, God!! My fingers did what he instructed as if they were responding directly from his instructions without needing me to control them. The feeling was incredible. The conversation about my body, really only my cunt, caused me to feel so sexual, wanton, base, obscene, and objectified. Those might not ordinarily be great things to feel about yourself, but I knew my cunt was spread wide open and leaking my secretion freely. I knew my nipples were erect and prominent, too. My fingers opened my hole wider for Swapnil, then my eyes rose to the mirror and we made eye contact. I smiled at him, my lips parting with my tongue licking them. I felt obscene. It was so thrilling with my exposure to Swapnil, the truckers honking alongside us, and my fingers gliding in and out of my cunt. My orgasm came as the car turned off the Expressway.

The car was turned onto a rutted road, which caused me to sit straighter to see where we were. As I did, the car rolled to a stop in front of a tall chain-link fence and locked gate. Swapnil got out, unlocked the gate, drove the car through, then closed and relocked the gate. He then drove into what looked like deserted, unused property. The car bounced over two sets of railroad tracks, then came to a stop.

Swapnil redialed Bluetooth phone and Mr. Iyer came back on the line. “Deepti, before you start looking around, today there is no dog fucking for you. Today, there is only man-cock. I know it has been a long time for you, so enjoy.” And, he was gone. I wanted to protest. I had agreed to follow all of his instructions because I thought there would be a dog here for me to enjoy. I wanted to object, but he was gone. I looked up at Swapnil who was watching me intently.

Swapnil stepped out of the car and opened the back door. Clearly, he expected me to exit the car naked. As I did, I surveyed the area around the car. Besides the railroad tracks nearby, the Western Expressway roared with traffic on a long bridge nearby and above. I could clearly see passengers in cars and trucks on the bridge 10 or 15 meters above us. In front of the car was an expansive water system, which caused the need for the bridge in addition to the railroad tracks. On the other side of the water people working, some of them in the water. Swapnil saw where my eyes were and commented that it was an experimental rice-patty. The people were close enough that I could tell which were men and which were women by their dress and movement. It seemed everywhere I looked, there was some potential for being seen. And, Swapnil walked me naked to the edge of the water. I was nervous but he instructed me to keep my hands at my sides. He put me in a particular direction and I could see that I was exposed to both the bridge and the rice workers at the same time.

He walked me back to the car, stopping me alongside it on the side closest to the railroad tracks. He reached inside the car and withdrew another mask, this one black, and placed it over his upper face. He was wearing nice slacks and a buttoned long-sleeve shirt open at the neck, so when he unbuckled the belt on his slacks, I quickly knew what was expected, though I had never done it for a man. I knelt on the dirt ground in front of him, loosened the slacks and pull it and his underwear down to his knees. I was still uncertain why he was also wearing a mask now since I had already seen his face. But, when I saw his cock under his clothes, I discarded any concerns about the mask. His limp, uncircumcised cock was the size of my husband’s hard one. It hung in front of me and my mind and eyes had no other consideration than experiencing it, touching it, feeling it on lips and in my mouth.

I had been given the experience of sucking cock with the dogs. Now, I was going to experience sucking man-cock, as well. And, it wasn’t my fool husband. Mr. Iyer was deliberate and intentional in providing me with varied experiences, as he promised. My disappointment at not having a dog was replaced with the consideration of new experiences. Clearly, Mr. Iyer didn’t concern himself as much with my approval or acceptance beforehand as much my following his direction. That recognition that he was taking control was mollified by the recognition that my reaction to him was to comply with whatever he directed.

My hand seemed to move out on its own until it grasped the cock. I looked up at Swapnil and found him watching me intently. He had positioned me very deliberately and that seemed peculiar in the back of my mind, but I was so focused on the cock in front of me I didn’t put much thought into why. I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock. I could feel it move just from that simple action. I lifted it and licked along the length of it. When I reached the top, I pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, opened my mouth and took it inside, sucking on the head, swirling my tongue over it. I did this action repeatedly, licking the length, exposing the head and taking it into my mouth. Soon, the reaction from my efforts gave me the largest cock I had ever seen. The head was pushed out from the foreskin, exposed and ready for me. I thought the dogs’ cocks were big and they were compared to Prakash, but they weren’t as big as Swapnil’s. I wrapped one hand around the base and saw it was only covering about half the length. I looked up and smiled, again. What would it be like to experience something like this?

Then, the doubts about what was happening flashed into my mind. I was a married woman. I had a husband. Part of that union was supposed to be a commitment of loyalty and faithfulness. I had rationalized my way through each new step: the masturbation was self-pleasure; the toys were still self-pleasure; the dogs were not human so they didn’t count. But, now this was a man I was enjoying. By doing this, I couldn’t rationalize it away. I was being disloyal and unfaithful to my vows of marriage and my husband. But, I had had these same thoughts before, even before I knew what this experience might be. I had considered the possibility that this might someday be presented as an opportunity. It was a natural progression, after all. In the cool moments of consideration and analysis, I knew I would take the opportunity to again experience a man’s cock that wasn’t my husband’s. I understood that taking that step, that opportunity, might add additional frustration into the marriage, but the path I had set myself on had produced that whether I took this additional step or not.

Another consideration came to my mind, though. My husband’s actions played into this, as well. I had learned accidentally that despite our tight finances, he was continuing to gamble and drink with his buddies. Nights that he said he would be working, he was with his buddies. It was an accidental discovery and it had angered him tremendously when he had been caught in his lies. His anger had been such that I feared being beaten more than the slapping I might on occasion get as his drinking progressed. Maybe it didn’t completely justify what I was doing, but he wasn’t without some fault and responsibility.

With that determination and acceptance, I became earnest in my efforts of pleasuring and experiencing the hard cock in my hand and head in my mouth. All Mr. Iyer said was that I would have man-cock today. I became diligent in satisfying Swapnil. It became important that he report back to Mr. Iyer that I had pleased him with my mouth and I was determined to take his cum in my mouth and swallow it. Another thing I obviously had never done. If I pleased Swapnil and Mr. Iyer was pleased in turn, I may again be given one of his dogs to experience.

I was so intent on the cock in my mouth I wasn’t aware of a significant noise approaching. Then, the noise was unmistakable. We were near the double tracks and it became obvious now why Swapnil had been careful in positioning us. The commuter train was approaching from in front of me slightly to the left. It was approaching so anyone looking would see the back of a partially dressed man, but clearly, see a naked woman on her knees sucking the man’s cock.

I reacted to what was about to happen by shifting while the cock was still in my mouth, but Swapnil kept me in place. I looked up at him just as the train engine flashed by with the dozen or so passenger cars behind it. I shook with frayed nerves, knowing that everyone on this side of the cars had a perfect view of me. This was why Swapnil had also put a partial mask over his eyes.

After the train passed, he put a finger under my chin and lifted it up. The action brought my eyes up, but also my mouth off his cock. He was smiling.

“Was that exciting?”

“My God, yes! My fear has been to be seen, that something terrible would happen as a result. I was very definitely seen naked and sucking a man’s cock who wasn’t my husband, but nobody would be able in that flash of vision to know who I was.” I looked at my arms. “I’m still shaking.”

“Good, now lean over the bonnet of the car.”

I was puzzled, then aware. Not only was he giving me the opportunity to suck his cock, but he was going to fuck me, too. He helped me up and I walked on weak and trembling legs to the car and was leaned over the bonnet. He came up behind me and tapped my feet on the inside to encourage more separation. I knew there was no issue with my cunt being ready, I could feel the moisture. After the earlier orgasm, sucking man-cock for the first time (and a large one), and being surprised to be exposed to a commuter train, I was ready for anything, physically and emotionally.

He placed his cock at my cunt, rubbing the head up and down along the length of my lips, he found my hole and pressed in. I gasped at the feel of his large cock head, so different than the tapered cocks of the dogs. I moaned at the feel of it as he pressed his cock deeper into me, pulling out a few inches and pressing back in further until I felt his hips against my bare butt. I felt filled with cock. It was more than I could have imagined. The knot is filling, but this was filling for the entire length and it was blowing my mind as he quickly settled into a smooth rhythm of fucking.

My head was on my forearms, he was now pounding into me with more force. My tits were squashed into the bonnet of the car, still a little warm from the drive here. It was delicious and I wasn’t sure I could wait for him to cum. Another new experience and I was quickly rising to another orgasm.

“Oh, Swapnil, I … I am going to … going to cum … are you ready?”

“No, I want to fuck you more. Cum, Deepti! Cum for me.”

Then, as if on some kind of cue, I heard the train coming, again. But, how? It had just passed minutes before. Maybe it was more minutes than I thought. Also, there were two tracks. Oh God! This must be the train coming in from the suburbs further out. Oh God, another train of passengers to see me. God, what a slut I will look like.

As the engine flashed by and the passenger cars after it, the noise was deafening and drowned out my cry of pleasure and ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me. When my body calmed some, Swapnil was still fucking me. I sensed some urgency to his fucking so I pressed back against him as he thrust into me, matching his motion with mine and compounding the energy of the fucking. My nipples felt like they were on fire, erect and pressed into the warm metal of the car, the fucking making my tits rub over the surface. I slipped a hand between my body and the car, rubbing my clit as the cock inside me pounded into me with ever new force and intent. As I felt his cock erupt, spewing his cum into me, I spasmed around his cock, another orgasm taking hold of my body.

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