I move over in your car and straddle you, my hands wrapped around your neck and yours around my hips. We kiss, and your tongue penetrates me. We develop a rhythm, and I move my lips down the side of your neck. You taste salty, and you are hot. One of your hands move up to one of my breasts, and the other goes behind my back. You squeeze me, hard, and I let out a breath for the pain. The hand behind my back pushes me even closer to you, so your mouth meets my other breast. Your tongue traces my areola, then you lick directly on my nipple. My head goes back as I appreciate the moment. You now nibble on me, while you grope the other breast.
You then move your hands to my waist and rotate me so I lay down perpendicular to you. You separate my knees and move in between them. I pull you up to me, and we kiss again, but your mouth moves down, slowly, kissing my bottom lip, then my chin, then my neck, then my collarbone, then the valley between my breasts and down to my navel. I wrap my hands in your hair, and you look up at me and smile. You look back at my belly, and you move your tongue to where one of my legs meets my torso. But instead of going where we both want you to go, your tongue travels down my inner thigh almost to my knee, kissing and licking and nibbling. Your hands move back to squeeze my breasts once, then travel the route your lips did. But your hands go to my mound, and tuck inside my green lace panties. Your hand rests there, relaxed, for a moment, exerting your dominance over me. Your face goes back up my leg, and your lips brush the now throbbing folds deep between my legs, barely making contact with the thin layer of clothing separating us. Your tongue does the same as on my other leg. The traces of your warm saliva make me shiver when you breathe back on them.
Your hands, meanwhile, start to move again. Leaving my panties still on, the middle finger of one hand parts me down the middle, with constant pressure. When you pass over my clitoris, I inhale sharply, and you look back up at me and smile again. I smile back and then close my eyes, readying myself for the sensations to come.
But you don't stop at my clit. You finish parting me, but then you remove both hands from my panties. You extend your arm, and I open my eyes to realize that you're prodding my mouth with your finger that had just been soaked in my juices. I cover your finger with my lips. Flicking my tongue over your finger and licking part of your hand.
You move back down from my face, but you pull my pants back up from my ankles. Disappointed, I furrow my brow at you and you chuckle. I pull my pants up around my ass and zip them. You move back to your sitting position on the driver's seat, and I reposition myself to lay down on my stomach. As you insert your key into the ignition, you look down at me and you unzip your own pants, revealing your long, hard, erect cock. The top glistens with precum.
You start to drive away. I don't know where we're going, but I hope it's someplace where we can continue this. The car isn't wide enough for me to stretch out, so I stick my ass in the air as I lap up your precum. You groan, and move one arm under the waistband of my pants and my panties, so your hand rests on my bare ass. I breathe heavy when you squeeze it, and then I cover your shaft in my saliva. I kiss the head, thirsty for all the precum I can get.
"Stop that. You know how I Iike it," you say. You keep one hand on the steering wheel, but move the one that rests on my ass to the back of my head, and force it down onto you.
Overwhelmed and gagging, I try to come back up for air, but you tighten your hand in my hair and hold me there.
"Yes, Ava. Yesssss."
After ten or fifteen seconds, you let me come up, and I return to kissing your head, and I trace my fingers up and down your shaft. Your hands go from my head back underneath my pants and panties, but instead of resting on my ass like before, you go down my ass crack to my pussy, and violently shove in a finger.
"Ow!" I cry out, sharply moving head from you and moving my pussy from your hand.
You follow it, though, and it feels better when you move it around. You try to put in a second finger, but it won't fit. I go back to sucking your dick while your finger moves in and out of me.
You stop your car and roughly separate yourself from me. You open your door and hop out, and while I slowly regain my composure, you come to my door. You open it and pull me out. You hold me so I never touch the ground, and I wrap my long legs around your waist. I kiss your neck as you walk me to your house. You shove open the door and toss me onto the bed.
You pull off my shoes and socks and throw them to the side. You don't immediately join me on the bed, but instead you stand over me.
"Take off your clothes."
