Sexcetera - Episode 84

She leaned against the hood, legs spread wide, the desert heat making her skin stick to the metal. He stood between her thighs, cock already hard against his zipper, one hand braced on either side of her hips. Her shorts came off in a single tug. Nothing underneath. She was wet, glistening in the sun, and when his fingers slid between her folds she arched hard enough to make the car shift. He pushed two inside at once, curling against her front wall while his thumb worked her clit in tight circles. She gripped his wrist, not to stop him—just to feel the muscles flex as he fucked her with his hand. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean, then dragged his cock along her slit, coating himself before he pressed in. The first thrust knocked the breath from her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. He gave it to her—hard, steady, each stroke making her breasts bounce under the open tank top. Sweat ran down her stomach. She came with a low moan, clenching around him, and he followed, pulling out at the last second to paint her inner thighs white. They stayed like that a moment, breathing hard, the road stretching empty in both directions.