.. soon to become the hottest car around, when I picked up a girl who was hitching on the NYS Thruway entrance. It turned out that she was 16 and said...she’d been living with her domineering grandmother since she was 10 and was running away. The girl was beautiful and stacked. I couldn’t believe that someone hadn’t already picked her up before I got there but she said she’d turned down a lot of them because she didn’t like the way they were looking at her. I got off the Thruway at the next exit. A gorgeous sight greeted my eyes and took my breath away…Sharmila’s bedroom was lit by the dim light of her bed-side table lamp. The air was filled with the gentle aroma of her expensive Nina Ricci perfume. Sharmila had spread an elegant Kashmiri bedcover and strewn the flowers I had brought earlier on it. And in the middle of the bed sat my Sultana clad in a red Banarasi silk sari, decked in all her gold jewelry with the pallu drawn over her hair partially covering her face. She looked. . move... That's it, that's it, little bitch, naughty, go move, move... bitch." AAaaahhhh!! Christ!!" Make fun for me, cum. Cum all, soak it up..." Myyy Goooddd! Stop, stop! If not me... or else..." Or else what? Come, show me."The index finger goes deeper and deeper into tight little ass and the pussy drips a cream that gets my fingers and her thighs wet.She vibrates, trembles, howls until she grabs me by the neck in search of a mad kiss, she screams at the bottom of my mouth while the little. She sat in her car and placed her coffee cup between her legs. The heat from the cup made her squirm. She quickly removed it and placed it in the cup holder. She backed out of her drive and was off to work. The day went uneventful. If it had not been the burning desire she had inside her, it would have been a normal day. Every time something touched her leg, or brushed against her chest, goosebumps would pop out all over her body. She was thankful for the spare panties in her locker, and hoped.