Backseat Car Fucking: Horny Slut Gets Pounded in Gym Hook Up

Pssst, I have a secret to tell you… I have a weakness for rough backseat car fucking.

I had been going to the same gym for over a year when I got the best backseat car fucking of my life! Being in peak physical form is important to me. Thus, I am used to men coming on to me. Who could resist? I work hard for my body, and the attention is nice. However, most of these guys are not exactly my cup of tea.

Gym bros believe that because they can bench a specific number and their abs are showing, you will be weak in the knees and wetting yourself over them. And while that aesthetic is a huge turn-on for me, most of these guys are douchebags— and that is the worst thing ever. At this point, I hadn’t reached MILF status yet but was accomplished sexually. As an adventurous teen and a wild college girl, I’d been no stranger to backseat car fucking and getting laid by frat boys and sexy professors alike! But these gym jerks were a no-go for me. I already knew my worth and no man lacking respect was going to touch this Goddess.

Still, I loved to turn around while on an elliptical to catch the gym bros staring at my ass!

And then there was Pete. He wasn’t a huge man, but you could tell he was working toward that goal. He always pushed it to the limit. It was impressive. I approached him a few times, and even though I was coming on to him, he was a gentleman. A guy who looks like that, and behaves that way, is a rare thing.

Pete was a tad distant, but that made him even more attractive. As I worked out, I often fantasized about luring him to my car for some backseat car fucking. Honestly, I tried to chat him up a few times without success. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to flirt harder. A tight tank top with a deep neckline showed off my boobs to the best advantage. It drew so many stares that a female manager approached me and said I was “distracting” the members of the gym.

This started an argument which quickly escalated into a yelling match. I walked out, swearing to revoke my membership. While walking to my car, I heard a male voice calling me. I turned, and Pete was approaching me. This was my chance. I was fired up from arguing with the manager and incredibly turned on.

I needed a thick cock between my legs, and it had to be his. It was time for hot backseat car fucking.

He asked me what was wrong, and I explained the details. Like a gentleman, he was sympathetic to me. Then, arguing that it was freezing outside, I asked him if he wanted to sit with me in the back of my car. He agreed. Once we were in there, the conversation quickly turned flirtatious. I confessed I had worn the outfit to see his reaction, and he said that I looked “damn good” in it. As we kissed, I could see people moving about the parking lot, taking the occasional peek inside.

I leaned over and kissed him sensually, and he kissed me back. Next, he laid a hand on my inner thigh and moved it up to my pussy. The fabric of my leggings was so thin I could feel his fingers caress me, making me wet. With enthusiasm, I felt his cock through his pants and began stroking it.

I pulled down his shorts, exposing his iron-hard cock. I leaned over and immediately started sucking him off. Moaning, he held my head down, forcing his cock down my throat. Next, he pulled off my leggings and underwear with skill, exposing my drenched cunt. Finally, he flipped me over, so I was sitting on my side. From behind, with none of the curiousness he’d shown before, he shoved his cock deep inside my pussy. I began to moan like an animal in heat.

I’m sure people in the parking lot could hear the sounds of our primal mating.

I’d never experienced an intense backseat car fucking like this! Each thrust made me tremble. I put my hand on the cold glass of the window while I took the pounding of my life. His thrusts were fast, precise, like one of his reps on the gym’s machines. I felt his hand moving from my hip to my pussy where he began circling my clit in gentle swirls with two of his fingers. Low and deep, he whispered in my ear, demanding more: “cum for me, you little slut.”

Screaming, I orgasmed explosively, and pushed over the edge. Upon coming back to myself, I turned around and took his cock in my mouth, sucking it with fervor.

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