1. Detours (Part 1 of 3)


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    moment, exchanging a kiss, before jostling her again with another hard stroke, then another, and another. All the while, as she gasped sharply each time her head snapped back, that broad smile of hers never swayed. Soon the couple were clutched in a tight, tangled embrace. Her legs wrapped around his torso. His arms fell around her back, his hands clutching at her bottom. His bare ass shuddered and clenched as bucked into her with stiff strokes, pitching her higher upon the car. Their voices were mangled and distorted by lusty groans and moans. They fucked like beasts under the cover of night. Twenty yards away in her Malibu, Bonnie’s left hand hadn’t left her shorts, suction-cupped along the crotch, kneading forcefully against the cotton material. The fine lines of her brow pinched towards each other and her bottom lip had found itself caught between her teeth again as she desperately tried to stifle the sighs aching up her throat. She was staring through a foggy window now, steamed up by her trembling breaths. Yet her mind’s eye saw well enough. Her hands were too busy to wipe it clear anyway. The button of her shorts popped like a gunshot. She didn’t restrain a creaking moan as her fingers pushed down, slipped underneath her panties, and stroked along her quivering, puffed line. “Oh shit,” she eked, wincing. She swallowed, licked her lips, and gasped again painfully. The couple were raging hard now. The woman had fallen back against the trunk of the car, her knees riding ...
    high against her lover’s torso. His hands were on her arms and shoulders, pinning her down as his turgid thrusts grew erratic and desperate. Bonnie twisted away from the window. She had seen enough. She slipped down across the back seat, leaning heavily against the door. Her shorts and panties were crushed down against the top of her thighs as her fingers rubbed between her soft ridges and folds. She looked down past her hitching belly, between her legs, and watched as she swirled and teased her fingertips around the hood of her clit, her slit all damp and slick. She gasped and sniffed sharp breaths, holding her lips in tight. Her toes curled, her tummy clenched, everything tensed within her. By the time the sounds of immense relief and satisfaction erupted in the rest stop from the couple outside, Bonnie was lost in her own little world of swirling pleasure. She squirmed in the seat, pushing her head back. Her fingers worked without pause, gentle efficiency having given way to feverish abandon. Soft whines and anxious groans strained from her throat, past gritted teeth. Her heels pushed down against the seat, raising her hips upward, bowing her body as the blood pulsed to a singular point in her body. God, she wanted it to last forever but she also couldn’t wait for it to end. She just couldn’t wait. “Ohh… fuck !” “Sorry, to make you wait, Bonnie,” Donovan said, walking towards her as she sat on her car trunk. “Wh-what?” Bonnie shook, startled. She nearly dropped her apple ...
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