“I haven't paid you yet, so we don't fuck until you have the cash, right?”“I could trust you to pay me after,” she said, opening her legs and ...troking her pussy through her jeans. She unbuttoned them, but he stopped her before she could unzip.“Stop.” he said. “Keep your pants on in my car. You can put your shirt back on, too. I've got all of that back at home, more than I can handle, really. I don't need to fuck some junkie whore and bring home some screwed up diseases to my wife.”“I know what. He told me later that he was intent on doing it right and not hurting me. I was laying there thinking, Come on already, get it in there!He pushed harder and went as deep as he could go, in one big thrust. “Oh my God Robbie! That is incredible! Fuck me, yes, yes, fuck me.”He began to pump me—long, full strokes. I could not believe how good it felt. With all the description from Mary and Sue, I had no idea. This was heaven on earth, pure bliss. My pussy was filled and stretched, just to the point. "Please don't stop? Please kiss me? Please make love to me?" Yes Daniel!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Please, make love to me!"Daniel didn't need any more pleading.He raised himself up over her, taking his weight on his arms so as not to crush her.She felt him gently nudging at her, seeking entry. Izzy parted her legs a little more and tilted her hips, and Daniel pushed slowly inside her; he hesitated as he felt the slight resistance to him, before suddenly breaking through that final barrier.Izzy. It didn't take long to find a sparse road and Erica let her legs spread. He didn't pause at the sight. His fingers slowly wandered across the seat, over her thigh and down between her legs. He petted her pussy hair and slowly explored her with his hot fingers. His pace maddened her with desire and she wove her fingers into his hair as her arm stretched out. Soon his fingers were pumping her and playing with her clitoris. And Erica knew she wouldn't be able to drive much longer. She pulled off.