“Climb on my lap!” he ground out, rolling his seat back and unbuckling his belt, fumbling with his fly. I climbed over carefully, thighs wedged between the center console and door panel, barely enough room yet just enough for our bodies to line up perfectly. As I nestled in his lap, finding my home, he hiked my dress up, yanking my panties to the side. I didn’t have time to lower myself before he entered me in one hard thrust. “Ride me!”
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K.B. Cinder,
Privately