Michael
Releasing my hold on her mouth, I slide the hand between us, playing with her bud.
She's got the sense to keep the noise down but hearing her try to restrain herself just makes me harder.
“You okay?" she asks between squeaks.
“Mmmm… Just trying not to rock the van. Don't want that seen from the outside."
She bucks under me, her p***y clenching around me and I clap my hand over her mouth again, f*****g her as hard as I can without any betraying shaking of the vehicle.
She's giggling and coming at the same time....
What the f**k's she thinking?
“You're not supposed to laugh when I'm f*****g you," I whisper, close to her ear. “It makes a man worry about the effect he's having."
Jeez…But this is fun....
.... Wonder when I can find an excuse to do this again....
Perhaps James
