The Awakening - Part 10

She climbs into his van still sticky with sweat and the night’s last smoke on her breath. One wink, one tug on his zipper, and suddenly she’s on her knees, mouth open like she’s starving for it. Thick shaft slides past painted lips, hitting her throat until her eyes go glassy. She doesn’t miss a beat—just spits on the head and climbs onto his lap in those heels, skirt pushed aside, panties stretched to the side as she sinks down, slow, then hard, taking every inch. The whole van starts rocking; windows fog fast. Every bounce of her hips squeezes him tighter, and she doesn’t bother to be quiet, cursing happily between moans while the scent of sex and lube fills the cramped space. When he finally grabs her ass, bucking up deep, she leans forward, tits bouncing right in his face, begging for every hot spurt he can give her. Not a quiet little ride—more like sloppy back-alley thunder, doors shut, hearts beating loud as hell.