The car's windows were already foggy by the heat of the moment, even after turning the air conditioner on the moment they got in. Their ragged breaths and muffled moans filled the tiny space, perhaps a little too small for their commodity. The haze was such, being in a public space didn't bother them at all, either; the swaying of the car increasing each second.
Isabelle had her legs around Allen's waist, her hips moving up and down, her walls tightly wrapped around him. He caressed her naked body again and again, as if his hands could memorize her body. His touch, so far from being done with her, only enticing her to move even more aggressively.
But it was not enough for him. Allen loved watching her on top of him, letting herself feel free to do what she wanted. But right now, his body begged him for control, too.
