Steve leaned back, lifting me higher into the air and carried me towards the front of my car. He kicked the mailbox, which skittered away into the corner and set me down on the dented bonnet.

He ran his hands up my legs, which were still loosely wrapped around him, feeling my smooth and taught teen thighs and finally reached my hips under my skirt.

Gripping with each hand he gently pulled downwards on my panties, slowly removing them as he looked upwards into my eyes. I felt the material pulled out from between my pussy lips, no doubt a soaked and sticky mess and, just like that, my pussy...