A Risky Ride – Almost Caught Riding in a Sportscar

Wouldn’t my tits look great bouncing in your passenger seat?

 

I’d been eyeing him from across the bar, his muscular frame and confident demeanor drawing me in like a magnet. He caught me staring and flashed a devilish grin, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I took a deep breath and sauntered over, my hips swaying seductively with each step. I was ready for a risky ride. “Hi there,” I purred, leaning in close so he could catch a whiff of my perfume. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You’re quite the catch.” He chuckled, his eyes roving over my body appreciatively. “Well, I could say the same about you. What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

I bit my lip, my heart racing as I leaned in even closer. “Well, I was hoping to find someone to keep me company. Maybe even take me for a spin in that sexy car of yours.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Oh, you like my car, huh? Well, maybe I could take you for a little ride. But first, let’s get out of here.”

A risky ride? Hell, yes,

We made our way out of the bar and into the cool night air, my heart pounding with anticipation. He led me to a sleek black sports car parked on the street, opening the door for me with a flourish. I slid into the passenger seat, my legs trembling as he revved the engine and pulled away from the curb. We drove for what felt like hours, the city lights twinkling in the distance as we wound our way through the deserted streets. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander, imagining what it would be like to have his hands all over me.

A Good Girl Takes Risks, Naughty Ones Take A Risky Ride

Finally, he pulled over in a secluded spot, the car jolting to a stop as he turned to face me. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to feel your body against mine.” I let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding as I met his gaze. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want you so bad it hurts.” He didn’t waste any time, leaning in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. And his tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine as his hands roamed over my body. I moaned softly, my fingers threading through his hair as I pulled him closer. I was just a college cheating slut ready to get fucked hard.

He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin. I gasped as he cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, my body begging for more. He reached under my dress, his fingers finding the wetness between my legs. He groaned as he felt how soaked I was, his fingers sliding easily over my slick folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

I grinded on him, my pussy aching for a risky ride.

I let out a moan as he slipped a finger inside me, my body clenching around him. But, he added another finger, pumping them in and out of me as his thumb rubbed circles over my clit. I could feel the orgasm building, my breath coming in short gasps as I writhed in his lap. “I want you to cum for me,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Let me feel you come all over my fingers.” I moaned louder as he picked up the pace, his fingers curling inside me as he hit that perfect spot. I could feel the pressure building, my body trembling as I teetered on the edge. And then, with a final flick of his thumb, I came hard, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

I lay there panting, my body still trembling as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean as he gazed down at me with a smirk. “Delicious,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. I sat up, my body still humming with pleasure as I reached for his belt. I undid it quickly, my fingers shaking with anticipation as I pulled down his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and so fucking perfect. I fantasized about riding him raw, a risky ride.

The Best Ride with a Stranger

I wrapped my hand around it, giving it a slow stroke as I leaned in to kiss him again. And he groaned into my mouth as I stroked him faster, my hand sliding easily over his slick shaft. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at me. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he growled, his voice laced with desire. “To feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.” I wanted a risky ride just as much as he did. I let out a moan as I spread my legs wider, giving him better access. And he positioned himself at my entrance, his cock sliding easily through my wet folds. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried balls deep inside me.

I let out a cry of pleasure as he started to move, his hips pumping as he fucked me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good, his cock hitting that perfect spot as he filled me up completely. So he leaned in to kiss me again, his tongue swirling around mine as he picked up the pace. Feeling the orgasm building again, my body trembling as I clung to him desperately. “I want to cum inside you,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to breed your tight little pussy.”

Moaning, as I felt myself getting closer, my body trembling as I teetered on the edge. So, with one final thrust, I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock as he filled me up with his cum.

I was ready to take the risk for him to breed me for a risky ride like this.

We lay there panting, our bodies still connected as we caught our breath. He pulled out slowly, his cum dripping out of me as he leaned in to kiss me one last time. “That was incredible,” he murmured, his voice still thick with desire. I smiled up at him, my body still humming with pleasure. “It was,” I agreed, my voice soft. “But, we should probably get out of here before someone catches us.” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “We could always find somewhere else to continue this,” he suggested, his voice low.

I laughed, my heart fluttering at the thought. “Maybe next time,” I said, giving him one last kiss before we got dressed and climbed back into the car.

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