by Jaime Thorne
Rock and a hard place I guess.
“Um Deb,” Mike groaned quietly into my ear, “I think that maybe you should shuffle forward a bit.”
He was saying that because at the moment I was letting the bumps of the road guide the bumping of my hips. Each jostle led me bouncing and pushing back against him, squeezing his cock between the cheeks of my toned ass as I teased that slab of man behind me.
He deserved it. He had been absolutely fucking terrible to me all day, constantly watching me and always eyefucking me. He had been there every moment I looked, so maybe he deserved this fun little torture.
Leaning back I addressed him, my voice a husky whisper, “What’s the matter, Mike? I would’ve thought this was what you wanted given how you’ve been staring all day long.”
I gripped his wrists and pulled them from my midsection, teasingly pulling them up my body until they pressed over my breasts and I squeezed them into place. I heard him moan and felt him throbbing behind me.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I asked him, biting my lip.
“Oh Deb,” he moaned into my ear, “I’m not going to say no but you’re married.”
“You’re right,” I said quickly, shock in my voice as if I just realized this fact.
I pushed forward off of him, rising up just enough to slip my shorts over my ass and down onto my thighs before I lifted up and fell onto him, spearing myself on his cock.
He filled me completely and I clenched my jaw tight to keep from crying out with pleasure at the feel of him. Each vein and flat of him, every single inch of his glorious cock stuffed me up. I had never been as full as I was then and there.
And the bumpy road seemed to extend out forever.
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