Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
My track team was hosting a car wash to raise money for new equipment next year. We had spent all day acting like we were in a 90s movie. Hosing each other down and rubbing more soap on our bodies than the cars themselves. We really were pulling in a lot of money.
People just love wet teens, right? Jake, the boy’s long-distance captain, had been watching me all day. Whenever he had the hose in his hand, he’d find a way to soak my white teeshirt. Even though the sun was hot over us, my nipples turned into pebbles under the freezing hose water. Car after car came through the line, and I was getting too horny to continue being a tease. I needed to get fucked. “Jake, can you help me with this car detailing?” His eyebrows lifted, knowing we weren’t offering to detail, but he slipped into the backseat with me anyhow.
Sweaty Car Sex
As soon as he climbed in with me, I straddled him. My big, soaked tits pressed to his chest, and my lips found his. Our teammates soaped and sprayed over the widows just outside to keep us from being seen by customers as I dug my hand into his wet shorts to pull out his cock. He was raging hard and ready for my needy pussy.
I didn’t even take my little track shorts off; Jake peeled the crotch to the side to make room for me to fit him inside of me. As soon as I sank down on him, he groaned out. The windows in the car began to fog up as we panted. Sweat or water, I couldn’t tell, beaded down my back as his hands gripped my ass to bounce me up and down on his dick. It was hurried, hard, and raw. I came so hard over him, and the clenching of my cumming cunt triggered his orgasm. Which he dug deep into my unprotected teen pussy. We both yelled out and barely heard our teammate tap on the window. Time was up, and the car was ready to be returned to its owner smelling of sweaty teen car sex.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410