Page 344 of S is for SEX

“I’m cumming inside of you baby,” he grunted and squeezed my neck firmly as I felt his cock explode.

I sighed and batted my eyes as his cum filled me.

“Oh my God, don’t move,” I sighed as his breathing slowed.

“Holy fuck, babe. I went blind there for a minute. That was crazy,” he said as he released my neck.

“Now you know how I feel,” I blinked my eyes and rocked my head from side-to-side, surveying the garage for passersby.

“There’s going to be cum everywhere. It’s been a long time. God, Ripp. Do you ever jack off?” I laughed as I felt him begin to pull himself from inside of me.

“Well, I haven’t in a while. My mind’s been on other shit. Yeah, that’s a biggun’ for sure,” he smiled as he pulled his cock from inside of me.

“Here, use these,” he said as he handed me my torn panties.

I smiled at the thought of him ripping them off of me. It’s funny as women that we hand pick panties to match the clothes that we wear, and never have anyone see them. These lace panties cost me three times as much as any others I have had in years. As I shook my head and half sat up on the hood, I made my best effort to wipe the cum from my throbbing pussy with one side of the panties.

As Michael pulled up his shorts and slacks, I smiled. Fucking in the parking garage of the courthouse was something I never expected to do. I must say the intensity of it was far more than I would have ever expected. As I swabbed my pussy with one side of the torn panties, I shook my head from side to side. He unloaded a month of cum inside of me, and the mess dripping from me onto the hood of the car was proof.

“That was intense,” I admitted as I wiggled down the hood.

“Yeah, been a bit since we did anything like that,” he said as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders.

“Too long,” I admitted as I slid of off the hood of the car.

As I landed on the concrete, I realized I was barefoot.

“Where are my shoes?” I asked, forgetting what had happened with my shoes.

“You kicked them off over here,” he said as he stepped to the side of the car.

“Here,” he said as he handed me my shoes.

“Here,” I said as I held the cum drenched panties at arm’s length.

“Uhh. No. Toss em on the ground,” he said as he shook his head.

“No, I don’t want my DNA here on the garage floor. I folded them up, the outside is dry, all the cum is in the middle,” I said as I shook my hand up and down, attempting to get him to accept the panties.

“I don’t give a fuck. Keep ‘em,” he laughed as he grabbed his glasses from the top of the car.

I pulled my shoes onto my feet and walked around to the driver’s side of the car. Clutching the panties in my fingers, I lifted my purse from the top of the car and unlocked the doors.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yeah, I don’t ever want to come back to this fucking place,” he sighed as he opened the door.

I tossed my purse in the rear seat and fastened my seatbelt. As I started the car, I looked for a place to stick the panties. After a precursory look around the car, I placed them between my legs and backed the car out of the parking stall.

As we drove down from the fourth floor of the parking garage, I smiled. Seeing Ripp’s parents was always a treat, and seeing them after this victory would be icing on an otherwise perfect cake. Turning the corner to the second floor of the garage, I noticed a figure walked up the drive toward the car. I slowed the car to almost stopped and stared.

“Is that…” Michael asked.

“It sure looks like it,” I shook my head in disbelief.

Probably going to lunch or back to his office, Matthew Triston nonchalantly walked up the drive toward his car, obviously parked behind where we were currently sitting. I watched as he walked along the driver’s side of the car. As he approached, he looked through the windshield, recognized us, and smiled a shallow smile of recognition.

I pressed the window switch and rolled my window down.

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