Norman

She was still trembling on top of me, her cunt pulsing around my cock in the aftershocks of her orgasm. The car smelled like sex — her wetness, my precum, leather, and rain. Her breath was hot and ragged against my neck.

Then she whispered, voice shaky and needy:

“I want more… but not here. Not in the car.”

I groaned low, my hands tightening on her hips. My cock twitched inside her, still rock hard, still buried deep. The thought of stopping now was torture, but the idea of having her properly, somewhere I could spread her out and take my time, made my blood run hotter.

“Our...