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Down the Dirt Path are Dirty Thoughts and Acts like Road-head

I told him to move on over and undo his pants

The road-head escapade led us to stop and discover a dirt path to wander in. It was a sticky, hot summer’s day in the car with the windows rolled down and the sunroof wide open when I told him to move on over and undo his pants. I was playing with myself while stroking his cock with my other hand.

He looked dumbfounded and then aroused as I stroked his ego and big strong cock. There’s something so hot about giving a blow job in the front seat of the car that says, I can’t wait any longer, I need that cock, right now.

I leaned over and opened my mouth real wide, as I held on to his thighs, sucking, licking, and rubbing on all sides. I had also been pausing intermittently to ensure he didn’t drive off the road. We did find some curious onlookers though. One trucker honked his horn approvingly.

The tension built so high as we drove along the countryside that we found ourselves searching for a private place to park. We found a secluded parking lot backing onto the woods. We opened the car doors and stood in between them, as I hung over the passenger seat, leaning by the edge of the car.

The rush of the possibility of getting caught mixed with the hot air and sounds of nature was intoxicating. I didn’t wear underwear that day. When he discovered how wet I was, I oozed underneath the fabric, his excitement escalated when he kissed my neck and then gripped at its nape.

He then bent me over the front seat, shorts down to his ankles, entering me from behind. I imagined that we were discovered by a curious couple who watched us the whole time, intently. My dress was pulled up and he ripped my bra off to feel my breasts knocking against one another as he fucked me from behind. Slapping them, then grabbing and twisting them until I squirmed.

Sweat dripping off our translucent skin shimmering under the sun, and yesterday’s moon still hanging in the air. I felt thrusts reverberate through my legs, thighs, and insides: fuck it good I said. It’s yours, it’s your pussy, fuck it good. Destroy me. Hurt me good. Hurt her good. She’s your pussy. Fuck her good I said. Slap me. Slap me there. Harder, I said.

Then a thud sent me into a quiver and delivered shivers of cum, streaming down his shaft. He gave me more thrusts until he was on the cusp, building and building to a release, cum dripping from my tailbone to my pussy lips.

Satiated.

Time was somehow timeless when fucking in the woods.

Down the Dirt Path are Dirty Thoughts and Acts like road-head.

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