Norman
She was still trembling on top of me, her cunt pulsing around my c**k in the aftershocks of her orgasm. The car smelled like s*x — 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 c**k 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 place is too far,” I rasped, my voice rough. “Hotel?”
She nodded against my shoulder, lips brushing my skin. “Yes. Please.”
I lifted her off me slowly, both of us hissing at the loss. My c**k glistened wi
