She was shed of her designer clothing, her heels, her expensive undergarments, but felt more beautiful in this moment, naked on this abandoned roadway in the trees, than she ever had.
And all the while he was pumping into her, taking his time, allowing her to feel every inch of him, the slick and swollen head, the ridge of his glands, the ropey vein, and the thick length of him. Her breath came shallow, her tongue dry, their eyes locked and he breathed with her, his cock slipping in and out of her rosy cunt, slick with their juices.
He reached around her and pinched her nipples, hard, between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and she screamed out. He buried himself in her then, his cock pulsing hotly inside her, spilling him inside her, filling her, running out from her sex onto the seat of the company car.
