I press my hand against his, pushing his hand hard into my p***y, wanting him to know I want this, I crave this, I need him to go harder, deeper in me. He gets the idea and sinks his fingers in me as deep as he can and I start to rock, a friction of desperation, moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. My whole body starts to buzz with need, my pu*sy greedily responding to his fingers. Without warning he pulls his fingers out of me and a surge of anger wells up in me, ready to unleash, but then he reaches for my shirt, lifting it off and the cool air in the car attacks my bare front making my n*****s even harder.
My pu*sy misses his fingers but then he starts running his hands up and down my body, fondling both of my t**s, cupping them with his hands, making a moaning mess of me as w
