Page 71 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

“Probably has something to do with my tits being out.”

“Come here, you.”

It is a flurry of motion as we kiss and move our clothes aside, trying to wriggle as best we can in the confines of the driver’s seat. We juke and jive until our groins make naked contact. I immediately let out a moan. “Baby, you’re wet.”

“Obviously.”

My heart pumps hard. The thought of being inside her bare is driving me crazy. “When I tell you to get off, you have to, alright?”

Amy nods and then raises her hips. I adjust my cock upward for her and with slinking elegance, she drops herself onto me.

It is a warm ecstasy, the feeling of her pussy clenching around me, my cock sliding directly against her wet walls.

“This…oh god, feels so g-good,” she moans.

“You take control, baby. Take control.”

It takes her a second to get her rhythm, unsure how to raise and lower her hips. I help her at first, guiding her up and down, up and down until she gets the motion engrained in her pelvis. Then, she’s off to the races.

Amy places her hands on my chest and sits up straight. Her eyes are closed, intently focused on her thrusts.

“Yes, baby girl. That’s it.”

Her mouth falls open and she lets out a moan.

I stare at her tits as they bounce with each pulse. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Amy smiles, eyes fluttering halfway open.

“You’re beautiful and you feel – oooh –” A wave of euphoria beats up from my pelvis to my chest. My back lifts off the leather seat and I clench my teeth. “You feel so good.”

“How are you doing?” Amy asks, touching my chin tenderly while she continues to fuck me.

“Holding on for dear life,” I reply.

She laughs.

I need her to come before me. I can’t do much for her after, given the circumstances. I grip her bottom, pressing her pussy flush to me. Amy gasps loudly, pressing her hand to the inside of the door.

I’m in control now. I pound my hips up into her, watching her jolt on top of me. A stumbling moan comes out of her mouth, her eyes wide. “What – what are you –”

I bet it feels different for her, being on top. I can get deeper, hit all those sensitive nerves in just the right way for her to –

“Ah – I’m – “ Amy presses her chin to her chest and groans.

I feel the first clench of her pussy and that just about tips me over the edge. Have to hold on just one more second. “Off, Amy, off.”

She miraculously makes it off of my cock in the middle of her orgasm.

Without the pressure of her pussy and the friction of her thrusts, my impending release jerks just out of my reach. As if sensing my frustration, Amy presses her throbbing center against my cock, dragging it back and forth down the shaft.

Wordlessly, I thrust my hips with my cock squeezed between her lower lips. Once, twice, three times and then it happens.

I come on myself, onto the bottom of my shirt. My head snaps back as a punch of pleasure twists into my gut. Amy continues to press herself onto me, prolonging my release until there’s nothing left and I’ve made a mess of myself.

Without my one track mind focused on coming, the world comes back into focus. All at once, I’m overheated. I turn the car back on and crank the AC. Amy laughs, her chest heaving up and down to catch her breath. “How do you feel?” she asks.

“Good!” I say with a first cup of coffee in the morning intonation. “Really…good.”

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