Sex In Car Stories の小説・ストーリー

She asked and I could already tell that her eyes were currently twinkling with excitement right now. “What?” I asked, I was terrible at the guessing game and I knew I would do terrible if I did as little as attempt at guessing. “Me and Ryan ended up having sex in the car!” She let out on a loud shriek that made me pull the phone away from my ear for a moment. Sex in the car has been on her bucket list for months now, and I’m glad she’d finally cross that off her list. But, what’s going on with everyone and car sex?!

I sank down on him, taking him deep in one sharp motion. We both cried out. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn—a living burn. "Ride me," he commanded, his hands gripping my ass, guiding my movements. I braced my hands on the ceiling of the car, moving up and down his length. The car hit a pothole, driving him deeper into me. I threw my head back, a gasp tearing from my throat. The friction, the heat, the smell of sex and smoke it was intoxicating.

" I pulled out of the parking lot. I was glad the road was empty as I head in the direction Nick pointed to, because the intersection would normally have traffic jams. "Do we usually have sex in the car, or...?" I laughed. "No Nick, that was the second time. First time was in a supermarket parking lot, with less tint, but there was a bush." "That explains why it was so awkward. I didn't know what to do with my hands, and you didn't know what to do with your legs."

Hot road head and car sex moments, remembered. ******* Prologue: This's a compilation of road head and car sex encounters between myself and Marty. There's plenty of cum, so I guess it could be described as a cumpilation...hope you enjoy every last drop! If you've never tried road head or car sex, you're missing out. First off, make sure the driver can multitask. Remember they've got your lives in their hands, and a blowjob can be a little distracting. If things do become a problem, have them pull over and you can finish, along the road. That said, it's easy to find the spot with enough seclusion or privacy to go at it. Car sex can happen almost anywhere...a remote corner of a parking lot...

“Let me have this.” His hands clamped down on my waist. “You’re already having it, sweetheart.” I flushed, biting down on a whimper. “Mason…” “What?” He smirked, dragging my hips slower, controlled. “What filthy little thought is bouncing in that pretty head?” I licked his jaw, whispered against his ear, “I always wanted to try car sex.” He stilled. Then laughed, dark and low. “Car sex? My sweet CEO wants to be fucked in the backseat like a horny teenager?”

Kennedy confesses a story of sex in Jackson’s room before a frat house party. “We’ve parked a couple of nights in parking lots and public parks for car sex,” Madison claims. My turn. Eyes anxiously turn to me. I see they expect craziness from me, so I pretend to struggle to recall any public sex.

She answered, "Come what may, Hubby. Come what may. Let's not hurry. It will come." It was because Evan overheard how they had Brazillan wax that he had earlier fingered his wife beneath the dining table. As a result, Shantelle wanted to have car sex! Car sex had always been on their agenda, but it had slipped her mind when Lucas was in isolation. Now that they were in someone's home, Shantelle felt it was the perfect time to achieve this bucket list! Evan was still in his clothes. He only had his manhood out of his trousers, while Shantelle's dress was on the other car seat. She was completely bare, riding her husband.

The smile he gives me makes me forget my hunger and I wish we weren't an hour away from the hotel room. You've never had sex in a car though! And what a place for it. You'd never forget car sex in Australia! My filthy brain sends me images that confirm how much I want to go through with my erotic idea, so when Kenji kisses me again, I rub myself against him. "How long until you have to get back for your show?" I ask, noticing how low and sultry my voice sounds and Kenji responds by pressing his lower half against me. "A few hours."

Denise jokes and I chuckle. "We can try that"I tell him and drag him to his car without waiting for his response. This isn't my first car sex. I am an expert in that area.