The car was parked in the shadows, tucked away from prying eyes, but even if someone passed by, I wouldn’t have cared. The windows were already fogged up, the heat between us turning the cramped backseat into our own private world.

She straddled me, grinding against my lap, her thick thighs squeezing against mine, her juicy pussy soaking through her panties, leaving a wet spot on my jeans. Fuck, she was soft—thick in all the right places, her curves pressed against me, making my cock throb with need. I could feel the heat radiating off her, could smell her arousal in the tight space of the car, and it was driving me fucking wild.

"You sure you can take it?" I growled, gripping her hips, feeling the way her body trembled against mine.

She turned her head, looking back at me with those hungry, fucked-out eyes, her lips parted, already panting. "Yes, I fucking need it."

She shifted, pressing her ass against me, rubbing that thick, juicy pussy along the length of my cock, teasing, tempting. I could feel how wet she was, soaking through the thin fabric, her heat damn near burning through me. I gripped her hips harder, guiding her movements, making her grind slower, deeper, letting her feel just how big I was, how much she was about to take.

I reached down, pulling her panties aside, and let my fingers glide along her slick folds. She was dripping, her pussy swallowing my fingers with ease, clenching, desperate for more.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," I murmured, slipping a thick finger inside her, feeling her walls pulse around me. "You been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?"

"Mmmhmm," she whimpered, rolling her hips against my hand, fucking herself on my fingers. "Been thinking about your big cock stretching me open, filling me up."

I groaned, my cock twitching at her words. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my fingers from her, making her whine at the loss, but I had something better for her. I unzipped my jeans, letting my cock spring free, thick, heavy, dripping with precum. I grabbed the base, letting the swollen tip press against her entrance, rubbing against her soaked lips, teasing her, feeling just how slick and ready she was.

But then she reached back, pressing her palm against my hip, stopping me.

"Not there," she whispered, her voice thick with need.

She arched her back, spreading her thighs even wider, and I watched as she clenched once, twice—and her butt plug slipped free, rolling onto the car floor with a soft clink. Then she reached back, grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them apart, showing me her glistening, tight little hole.

"I want it here."