...then the door opens. She freezes mid-moan, but it’s too late—he’s already got his belt off. Backseat of a parked car, windows fogged up from earlier rounds. First it’s doggy with her ass in the air, then he yanks her onto his lap for a messy face-fuck before dumping load after load down her throat like she belongs there. Thick thighs shaking on leather seats. Stockings torn at the knees from gripping him too hard. No lube, no warning—just raw hunger as he switches positions again and again until they’re both gasping through cracked smiles. This wasn’t planned.
