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It was a gorgeous spring night and the anticipation was electric as I strutted into the venue, my blonde hair bouncing with every step. The headlining rock band was one of my favorites and I couldn’t wait to get lost in their guitar riffs and pounding drums. Little did I know the evening had an even bigger surprise in store…
As I made my way through the excited crowd, my eyes suddenly locked with a very familiar face. There he was – my old flame from a few years back. Tall, dark and devastatingly handsome. He smiled that wicked smile, and I felt my insides clench with desire. We hadn’t seen each other since our fiery breakup, but the sexual tension between us was still off the charts.
We exchanged a few flirty texts during the show, the air crackling with unspoken lust. As soon as the final encore ended and the masses began to file out, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dark parking lot. “My car,” he growled in my ear, giving my ass a firm squeeze. I didn’t need to be told twice.
A Naughty Reunion
In a whirlwind, he shoved me into the backseat of his sleek sedan, crawling in after me and slamming the door. The windows fogged up as his mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss. Clothes tore in a frantic frenzy as he shoved up my short skirt and ripped my tiny thong clean off.
I could hardly respond, too dizzy on pheromones. He notched the fat head of his cock at my entrance and thrust home with a hiss of pleasure. My slick walls squeezed him like a vice as he began to pound into me, the car rocking on its wheels. It felt so deliciously dirty, fucking in the shadowy lot.
He hitched my legs up to deepen his strokes, hammering my G-spot. “That’s it, take my cock,” he panted, one hand roughly palming my tit through my thin top. I could feel my climax building to a fever pitch. With a few more sharp thrusts, I came completely undone, milking his shaft. He wasn’t far behind, spurting thick ropes of cum deep in my hungry cunt.
As our frenzied heartbeats slowed, he withdrew and tucked himself back in his jeans. We didn’t say a word, just pulled our clothes back into place. Climbing out of the car, I couldn’t wipe the satisfied smirk off my face. Some flames never fully go out – they just smolder, waiting to reignite. And damn, did we ever.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248