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The rain hammers steadily against the steamed-up windows of the car, shutting out the rest of the world. Parked in the dark corner of the lot, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casts a cool tint over us.
I reach under my skirt and pull my sheer panties down. I linger for a second, holding them between my fingers before bringing them close to your face.
“Take a deep breath,” I whisper, my voice low in the quiet cabin. “Tell me what you smell.”
Your eyes darken as you lean in, inhaling deeply. The intimate, musky scent fills your senses, and a low groan catches in your throat. I hold the soft fabric pressed gently over your nose and mouth, feeling the hot exhale of your breath right against my palm.
“Good boy,” I murmur, reclining my seat just enough to give us room.
While you keep your face buried in the silky fabric, breathing me in, I reach down between your thighs. Wrapping my hand around you through your unzipped pants. My touch is slow and deliberate at first, matching the heavy, deliberate rhythm of your breathing. The scent is driving you wild. I can tell by the…
Pleasuring Each Other
The rain hammers steadily against the steamed-up windows of the car, shutting out the rest of the world. Parked in the dark corner of the lot, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casts a cool tint over us.
I reach under my skirt and pull my sheer panties down. I linger for a second, holding them between my fingers before bringing them close to your face.
“Take a deep breath,” I whisper, my voice low in the quiet cabin. “Tell me what you smell.”
Your eyes darken as you lean in, inhaling deeply. The intimate, musky scent fills your senses, and a low groan catches in your throat. I hold the soft fabric pressed gently over your nose and mouth, feeling the hot exhale of your breath right against my palm.
“Good boy,” I murmur, reclining my seat just enough to give us room.
While you keep your face buried in the silky fabric, breathing me in, I reach down between your thighs. Wrapping my hand around you through your unzipped pants. My touch is slow and deliberate at first, matching the heavy, deliberate rhythm of your breathing. The scent is driving you wild. I can tell by the way your hips twitch slightly and the way your chest heaves against the steering wheel.
With my free hand, I grasp one of yours to guide under my skirt, to my own warmth.
“Look at me,” I command softly.
You pull back just an inch, the fabric still cupped in your hand, eyes hazy with desire. As I begin a steady, deliberate motion on myself with your hand; I speed up the pace of my hand on you. The sound of our shared breathing fills the small space, mingling with the drumming rain outside.
Every time you take another deep inhale from my panties, your body tense and pulsing beneath my touch. Together, enveloped in the heavy scent and the tight heat of the car, we slide over the edge, breathless and completely undone.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449