Cumming at the Speed of Light

I leaned back in the passenger seat and pulled off my jeans and panties. I was already moist from spending the evening within his reach but unable to touch him. At first his fondling was light, then as my body responded his fingers pressed harder and deeper. I felt my grip tighten around anything I could grab, and as the orgasms swept over me I swear his powerful car sped faster and faster down the freeway. I opened my eyes to lights flying by, feeling even more weightless and breathless. I grinned. I can’t wait until Tuesday.

~ by cul-de-sac confessions on February 26, 2012.

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