The car windows were fogging up and John was moaning out Molly's name while creeping her shirt up and off of her. She was on top of him in the back seat and though they both barely fit in that position, she crouched and leaned over him, so that her head wouldn't hit the roof of the car. Using her core strength and her hips to move, she found a pace that John was very obviously enjoying. It wasnt fast or rough the way that most of their desires usually ended up, and he thought he'd nearly forgotten what it was like to just get milked in a steady sensual fashion.
He grabbed at her chest and thumbed her n*****s, making her tense up a bit as she continued going up and down on him. Knowing she reacted so easily to her breasts being played with, he continued to pinch and pull lightly on them,
