Then he said, "I want to try something with you, Erica. Can I?"
"Off because you can." I gave him the authority. I didn't know what he wanted to try; all I needed was that satisfying cum from his onslaught.
He slowly placed his hot veined rode in my deep still, then he ordered, "No movements, Erica, got it?"
I was dying; his dick was in me. He reluctantly slid it in and asked me not to move. Was he enduring that kind of pleasure? My folds rained mucus; I was too aroused to wait.
But not minding it, he started the car and said, "Let's move a bit from your mom's house." His voice was filled with a mix of urgency and ecstasy.
My mouth found the nape of his neck as he shifted the car into gear. I bit it lightly, teasing him while my tongue traced patterns on his skin. Groans escaped my lips, one after the other, driven by the electric tension between us.
