the strokes of his finger long and slow as he massaged my clit. My pussy began to throb, aching for stimulation, for something to fill it - for him to fill it. I inhaled sharply and pressed back harder on him, and his cock throbbed as my hips circled over it. I wanted him, urgently. I wanted to go back to the car, straddle him right there in the driver’s seat, and ride him.
