The light had been green for a while, but our car remained motionless, rocking with a very distinct rhythm.
Fortunately, the streets were quiet tonight—only the occasional passing car, and they all seemed too busy with their own affairs to pay attention to the luxury sedan with slightly fogged-up windows. Or maybe they were just pretending not to see.
"Charlotte," I grumbled, my hands gripping her sweat-dampened hips. "Come on, move. Don't make me do all the work."
Charlotte nodded, her face still bowed, breathing heavily. Trembling, she began to move her hips—rising slowly until only the tip of my cock remained inside, then sinking back down heavily, swallowing my entire length once more.
'Ah... damn it... this... this feels too good... This... is too much...' she thought, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, trying to fight the reality that her body was responding so wildly to this violation.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
