41 lines
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41 lines
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THE BACKSEAT
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A hazy image of the back seat of a car and the white glare of nylon panties
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stretched across a humid pulsing pussy. Your fingertips stroke the damp cloth
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as your tongue probes the hot, yawning mouth. Pulling the nylon aside with a
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finger, you actually hear the squish of your finger sinking into the drooling
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slot. She whimpers and thrust her hips against your hand. Rolling the tiny
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button of flesh, your finger probes the slushy hot region, strange jerking
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urges causing your thighs to tremble and your hips to jerk. You reach for the
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waist band of the panties and she freezes against you. Her hand clamps around
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your wrist and she pulls her gasping mouth from yours.
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"Nooooo!"
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The word is a low wail. Your balls ache and your mind can't focus. Both her
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hands hold your wrist and she backs away from you, her white bra heaving in the
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darkness.
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Disappointment, hunger, anger, and then frustration. Urgent words of cajoling
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and sincere promises. She shakes her head through it all still clutching your
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wrist, her soft thighs clamped around your hand.
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Begging doesn't prevail nor does threats. Exasperation joins your frustration.
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As a last ditch effort, you unzip and unveil the swollen body member that
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pleads for gratification. As if mesmerized, she stares in the semi-light at
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your pulsing cock. Absent mindedly she releases your wrist and strokes her
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naked thighs. Her eyes are wide and she whispers a request. Too excited to
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speak, you nod assent.
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Her slender fingers reach out timidly, her fingernail glazing the underside and
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you almost shoot off! She pauses, regroups and with new courage strokes the
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dark head. Your whole body jerks with pleasure. She asks a question and you
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squeak out an answer. She asks another and you gasp. The though makes your dick
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jerk violently. It pleases her that she can cause it to react.
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Both hands cup the passion swollen flesh then curl around it and squeeze
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gently. White lights explode in your head and you can't even stifle the
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whimper. She whispers something about its heat and leans closer to your cock.
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Her fingers are moving slightly, rubbing and squeezing. A tremor runs through
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your aching balls and you suddenly know that it is too late. With a gasp and a
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thrust of your hips . . .
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