I don't know what it is about him but every time I kiss him I turn into a wild animal. I just want to jump on him and force him inside of me. He drives me crazy and he knows it. I fantasize about him all the time. I tell him about it also. He tells me to call him so I can masturbate after hearing his voice. He knows exactly what he's doing to me and I love it.
I replay in my head that one night when we left the bar. We were both pretty inebriated but he insisted on driving. Once we arrived to my driveway he looked at me with this fiery passion in his eyes. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me so intensely. After exchanging the most passionate kiss I can ever recall experiencing, he slid his warm hands up my shirt and under my bra. My nipples became extremely erect as he rolled them between his fingers.
I felt a warmth in my panties. I had become so aroused my wetness had made its way onto my now soaked panties. I moved my hand onto the large lump in his jeans. He felt so huge. All I could think about was tasting that massive cock. I looked up at him and he nodded his head in approval that it was okay to take his cock out. I quickly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his knees. He was sitting upwards in the driver's seat of the car with his gigantic throbbing cock standing at attention.