Get her in the car first

From Torg Adventure

You take Vanessa's hand and lead her out of the gelato bar, opening your car door for her. She gives you a kiss before she slides in, her eyes smoking with desire and promise. You stroke her lithe body and close the door, walking around the car to get in the driver's seat. The car's engine starts with a throaty rumble and you accelerate away from the curb, Vanessa's hand on your thigh.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks, stroking your leg.

"To a place where I can tie you up and fuck you while you're helpless." Her hand squeezes your leg and she gasps sharply.

"Oh God, that's so hot. You make me wet just talking to me," she murmurs, resting her head on your shoulder.

"You're a dirty little slut, Vanessa."

"I'm your dirty little slut, Master. I want you to use me and fuck my wet little cunt." Her hand plays across your crotch, fondling your cock through your pants. "God I want you! I want your cock buried in me. How much further is it?"

"Not far. Try to control yourself."

"You make me crazy. Crazy for your cock. God you make me such a whore," she moans, trying to unzip your pants. "I want to suck you now, please let me suck you, please, John, please Master."

You help her free your cock, tugging it free, half hard with lust despite all the pussy you've had. Her head descends on you, her tongue lapping at your swelling head.

"You smell like pussy," she whimpers. "You fucked someone didn't you? You fucked them while I was dancing."

"I did," you answer, pushing her head down on your cock. "I fucked Brooke and Faye while you were playing around with Jason. Now lick their cunt juices off me while you suck my cock."

She moans, her voice a mixture of lust and jealousy, but her mouth engulfs you, sucking your stiffening cock as you drive, her hands fondling your shaft and balls.

Get home?

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