Paris Knight leaned over the steering wheel, her long legs barely fitting in the compact car. She slowly unzipped my pants and reached her hand in, already damp from anticipation. She gripped my hardened cock, stroking it up and down her fingers as she slid her car into a secluded area of the parking lot.
As she climbed into the backseat, she playfully bit her lower lip and started to suck on one of her fingers, her eyes never leaving mine. She lunged forward, engulfing my cock in her warm, wet mouth as she moaned around me. Her head bobbed up and down, taking more of me with each thrust. Her hand found its way to her wet panties, rubbing herself as she deepthroated me.
I groaned, feeling the pressure building inside of me. Paris looked up at me with h alf-closed eyes and a gentle smile, seemingly unaware of the pain I was experiencing. "Are you okay, love?" she asked softly. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as I tried to find the words to answer her question.
