His suit jacket hung neatly on the hook in the back seat and he felt that his tie was getting tighter and tighter with each blare of a nearby horn. �...For the love of GOD! Can we please move?!’ Dylan screamed over the radio to no one in particular. He could feel his blood pressure rising and he swore that he would have a stroke right then and there. He had a split second thought of insanity to just start ramming cars, but he knew that he’d more than likely be put away in a nice place with men in. My hand touch the top of her slit and I feel her legs move apart to accept my wondering fingers. My hand slides down over her puffy lips, and I take my fingers pulling her lips apart. Her inner folds are so wet and hot, and she moans, as I slide my fingers up to het clit and back down to her hot little honey hole. I move down, kissing her stomach, licking the side of her hip and move until my head is between her legs. I nose is so close to her pussy and her sex smells soooo good. I look up at. She got up on her elbows. “Jack, I thought I heard something. Can we go somewhe-” “I know where I want to go,” interrupted Jack. Immediately Charlotte was spread-eagled face down on the mat, with Jack's hands pinning hers and his cock sliding between her thighs. Jack was ecstatic at the sight of her smooth little ass under him. He had been coveting that ass for weeks as he eyed it under her tight yoga pants coming and going from class. He had so much wanted it mashed against his balls. He slid. I wake up; not my bed. The girl from last night is nowhere to be found. I glance down at my shorts and they are soaked. I pull my soggy shorts off and fling them across the room, they smack against a poster of Meghan Fox who might have been doing something for me, but my morning wood is non-existent. Cum is caked on my dick. Geez! Did I not clean up at all? I wipe my penis off on the sheets and notice that my flaccid member is dripping. The fuck!?Pre-cum dribbles at a consistent rate out of my.