She blushes crimson and gets flustered instantly. “Well…I mean, I haven’t…done it in many places.”
I smile and lean over, kissing her softly. “Do you want to?”
She is breathing heavily against my lips, and her eyes are heavy as she looks into mine, our faces inches apart. “Um, we could do that.”
“If you don’t want to.” I pause for a moment, but she leans over and kisses me again. I open my mouth, and my tongue licks at hers until she opens it. I reach between her legs for the lever of the chair and push her chair right back.
She giggles. “You gave me a fright.”
I smile and move my chair further back. It’s why we love these types of Porches, the Cayenne has lots of space.
I lean over and kiss her again. Reaching for her hand, I guide it to my semi-hard dick in my pants. “This kind of sex…we do quick and dirty…” I murmur the words against her lips before I kiss down her jawline and start kissing her neck.
I can feel the heat radiating off her as she becomes more and more aroused.
“What should I do?” she gasps, tipping her head to the side.
I reach over and cup her breast in my right hand. “Hmmm. You should lift this dress, get in my lap and ride my cock until you orgasm.”
She pulls away and smiles. She unbuckles herself and climbs onto my lap, hiking up her dress. I reach between us and unzip my pants, letting my cock spring free.
She slowly lowers herself, and I reach between her legs to move her underwear, but I find there is none.
“Miss Winters, you didn’t wear underwear tonight.” I smile up at her.
She slowly lowers her hips until I’m pressing against her entrance. “Imagine that,” she breathes as she lowers herself enough that I push into her well-lubricated pussy.
I wrap my arms around her so my hands hold her back. She reaches up and pulls her maternity dress and bra down to free her breasts, and then she starts moving.
I bury my face in her breasts. Licking, biting, sucking, and doing everything I can to pleasure her. My one hand comes to the front and fingers her clit as she moves up and down on my lap.
She puts her hands on my shoulders, whimpering softly. Whenever she whimpers my name, I realize this angle has been her best yet. I’m getting a sweet spot, clearly.
I latch onto a nipple and suckle on her, moving my fingers faster as she moves her hips faster.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” That’s all the sound she makes whenever I am fully pushed into her and hitting that sweet spot.
“I’m close,” she finally groans. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
I hold her lower back with my left hand, and using my right, I tease her clit until her walls clench around my cock and milk it dry while she shakes in pleasure, crying out loudly like a porn star.
She collapses against me, panting, and I chuckle.
“See. I knew you’d enjoy it.”
She sits up and looks down at me, her sweaty face shining in the harsh light of the garage.
“We should get cleaned up and get out of here. We can have a shower and get some sleep,” I say as she climbs off my lap.I reach to the back and bring out a box of tissues. We clean up as best we can, trying to look as normal as possible for when we enter the house.
I take her hand and walk with her, passing through the kitchen toward the entrance hall. I stop her.
Something is wrong. There should be a guard here.
“What’s…”
“Hush,” I say quietly. “Stay close.”
I lead her to the end of the kitchen and peek out. Two guards lie in the entrance hall, a pool of blood around their heads.