“She’s sucking harder. Last night had been magical. Sex She felt so weak, so helpless, and he was so strong—excitement burned inside her. I’m addicted to cum. And her hands seemed to roam everywhere on him, stroking his chest, rubbing his bulging crotch, caressing his cheek. Every time they stopped at a light, Kyle’s hands were on her. Her boyfriend had been an attentive lover. She frigged her clit faster, imaging it was Kyle fucking her. He walked over, grasping it in his hand. She was tight and warm and spongy wet. She was so beautiful when her light-olive cheeks burned with crimson. Jesus, that’s good!”
“How about when I do this?”
She added a roll to her hips, a sexy twist that sent his cock nudging new parts inside her. Everything was indistinct in a yellow haze inside the storm. He hugged Christy tighter, her warm body pressed against him, a hard, pink nipple topping a pale breast lying on his chest. “Something wrong?”
“Just bitter,” she answered. “I love you!”
She rose up, her round breasts topped with dark nipples that jiggled and bounced as she rode him. “I’ll do anything for you! Wincing, he drove around the cursing man, and tried to pay more attention—it was Saturday evening and the mall was packed. His dark-olive face twisted with passion and his dark, Asian eyes
