His voice was rougher now, his hand moving faster on his shaft, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the car.

  I pushed a finger into my tight hole, the walls gripping it eagerly, slick sounds accompanying each thrust.

  My free hand strained against the belt, wanting to touch my nipple, but I couldn’t reach.

  The edging built torturously, my breaths coming in gasps, hips rolling to chase more friction.

  Sweat trickled down my back, my pussy aching, juices running down to my ass crack.

  I’m so close, the pressure coiling tight in my gut.

  His cock looks ready to burst, head purple and shiny. If he doesn’t let...