You start to wank it as you do you lift it over the window ledge and run your tongue over his big ball sack, sucking them into your mouth and slobberi...g over them.His fingers are working in at out of your wet cunt, dripping all over the seats, you cum and cover his fingers with your sticky mess. You pull them out and as he slides them out, he pulls at your panties, the material doesn't tear but pulls tight against your clit, you feel the pain but it makes you cum again, they rip at the side and. Wild animal stuff. Frenzied coupling like wanton goats. Quickies almost anywhere, with him worrying whether I managed an orgasm, me frequently hoping I hadn't screamed too loud.I loved it all. He could get me wet without even being there. I'd be sitting at my desk at work, preparing yet another set of damn papers, and I'd remember how he had licked me the night before, his tongue darting fast between my legs, resting for just the right amount of time, creeping closer like a snake, finally. Maggie wore her only going-out-to-party outfit: a flowery dress with spaghetti straps, the neckline low enough to suggest her modest cleavage, and falling to just above her knees. The thin cloth swished when she walked; her arms and shoulders were well-toned and tanned, her calves slender and long. She went braless. It was hot. "How much does it cost for sex with one of these women?" Maggie asked."It's negotiable. Thirty to forty dollars would be average for free-lance girls on the street. . “Sharon, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I whispered in her ear.She looked me in the eye, and made a sound I can only describe as a purr.“Your husband is very lucky. I’d do anything to have a woman like you,” I whispered again in her ear. I figured I might as well lay my cards on the table.“Really?” she whispered back, “Anything?” she giggled.We carried on slow dancing. I moved my hands down to her lower back, then lower on to her upper ass. I didn’t get any resistance, so went for broke and.