My hands are thick. Strong. The veins branched off in various directions. Your eyes following each line eagerly. My fingers solid, and cylinder matching the thickness of my hand. My palms are firm, familiar to you. Under the base of each finger are earned calluses. A reminder of hardness, strength, and powerful grip.

Your back arches up off the wooden floor. Your soft legs open so wide for me. Your head tilted forward to glance down. Both my lips engulfing your clit. My tongue gliding up and down over your sensitive pussy lips. My fingers interwoven with your fingers. Squeezing our palms together as the intensity grows. You moaning loudly. Your fingers interlocking tighter and tighter.

My right palm place sideways over your mouth. Cover it completely. The back of your head pressed against the wall. Your dress up around your waist. Your panties around just your left ankle. My left hand gripping your ass. Your right heel resting on my lower back. I thrust deeply, true, slowly and deliberately.

Two of my thick finger inside MY. It's not your pussy, it's mine. It'll always be mine. The perfect beckoning motion calling you to me from the inside. You grinding onto my hand. Your glaze cover my exposed fingers. The aroma of your pleasure filling my nostrils.

My left hand leaving the steering wheel to clamp around your neck. Directly under your chin. I unbuckle your seat belt with my right hand. My low, and slightly raspy voice speaking directly into your ear "Be a good girl, and have a great day" I command you. My grip tightens as I kiss your lips passionately sucking on your bottom lip. My hand squeezing just a bit tighter as I kiss your forehead.

My hands know you. My hands touch you. My hands feel you. My hands use and toy with you. My hands claim you. My hands guide you. My hands lead you. My hands protect you. My hands adore you. All that you are suits my hands perfectly.