This happened a couple nights ago, and i still can’t stop thinking about it. i was out with this guy i’ve been flirting with for weeks, he’s older, confident, and has this way of looking at me that makes my knees weak. we went for a drive, just talking and teasing, and the tension was insane.

we ended up parking somewhere quiet, and he leaned over, pulling me in for a kiss. it started slow, but his hands were on my thighs, sliding higher, and i couldn’t hold back. i climbed into his lap, straddling him, grinding against his cock through his jeans until we were both desperate.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, unzipping his pants. when he pulled his cock out, i couldn’t resist. i slid my panties to the side and lowered myself onto him, gasping as he stretched me. it felt so fucking good, i didn’t care where we were or who might see.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, gripping my hips, thrusting up into me as i rode him harder. i leaned in, whispering in his ear, “don’t hold back, fill me up.” his grip tightened, and i felt him lose control, his cock throbbing as he came deep inside me.

we didn’t stop there. a few minutes later, he was hard again, and this time he took over, pinning me against the steering wheel and fucking me like he’d been waiting for this forever. when he came again, it was just as messy, and i loved every second of it.

we cleaned up quickly, but now i can’t stop replaying it in my head. pretty sure he’s as hooked on me as i am on him.