“Harder, Mr. Johnson, fuck my pussy with your fingers like you own it," I moaned, my voice breaking as another finger joined the others, three now stretching me wide. 

My juices coated his hand, running down his wrist, and I felt my orgasm creeping closer, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he pumped his fingers faster, curling them to rub my g-spot relentlessly. 

"You are such a tight little cunt, Kira. Dripping all over my hand like a good girl. Look at the driver, he cannot take his eyes off you getting finger fucked. Bet he wishes he could pull over and...