She was a goddess, her dark hair framing her angelic face, breasts standing perfectly from her body, nipples erect, a taut stomach that trailed down to her skirt, which bloomed slightly out until those firm thighs came into view, a smooth line broken only by those lacy panties that remained locked just above her knees.She bent over at the waist, meeting my lips again as she unbuttoned my shirt. My cock was painfully straining against my pants leg as she slowly undid each button, working her way down my shirt until finally undoing the last. We both drew in a small gasp of breath as she removed my shirt; mine because she lightly ran her nails the length of my body as she pulled my shirt off, hers because I had taken one of her nipples in my mouth as she leaned over me, bringing my teeth down on it in a soft bite.Standing back up, she pulled my mouth to her navel, breathing heavily as I kissed and licked around her stomach, my hands once again cupping her luscious cheeks underneath her. Damn good job it was so stormy or we’d have been caught for sure. You like the thrill of being discovered don’t you, love?’ The deep rumble of his voice exhilarated her as no other person could. She remembered that night as she inserted the beads one at a time. Even more she remembered Steve pulling them out as their mutual climax reached its zenith. She felt her juices seeping out against her hand as she pushed in the seventh one. She couldn’t have silenced her moan even if she’d been so inclined. Rallying, she attacked, ‘I’m really pissed with you, you know? I haven’t had so much as an email from you in ninety-two days and now you want me to fuck myself in the f’in’ car.’ Steve laughed delightedly at her profanity, she only swore when she was near orgasm. His laughter only fueled her disdain for him and for her inability to deny him. ‘Pull your boots on and your coat, too,’ still laughing he told her. She heard him take a drag on his cigarette. ‘You smoking again, Steve. You.
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