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I’ve hiked her skirt up to her waist and have a handful of curvy ass while she pulls open her top and shoves down her bra to expose her breasts. I barely have time to admire the ripe, juicy mounds before she mashes my face between them then gropes my crotch through my jeans.

I lick between her mounds, then pull one of her nipples into my mouth, nipping, sucking, trying to swallow her entire fucking tit, my hand squeezing it hard, trying to stuff it down my throat.

She’s tall, curvy, ripe. Perfect. She smells like every fruit I’ve ever eaten, with a hint of motor oil that rockets my need for her into overdrive. I’m pumping into her hand. “Open my fucking jeans and do it right,” I growl.

“Fuck off, asshole,” she breathes. “You do it your way, I’ll do it mine.”

I get harder. She’s this sexy, put-together woman by day, and this dirty-talkin’ she-devil when she’s turned on. I’ve hit the fuckin’ jackpot.

“You want me to fuckin’ do it my way?” I grab the hand she was using to play with me and nip her fingers hard enough to make her gasp, then twist around, overpowering her as I walk her backwards and flatten her on the hood of a blue ’65 Mustang Shelby GT350 Fastback.

She bounces on top of it with a moan. “Bastard!”

“Potty mouth,” I snarl. “Let’s see how much you got to say when you’re being fucked.”

“I’m not being fucked yet, am I?” she snarls breathlessly. “Seems like you’re all mouth and no action.”

Her skirt is still shoved up around her waist and I rip off her panties as I stare into her eyes. “That a fucking challenge?”

I swallow her answer with a hard kiss, then drop to my knees and yank open her thighs.

“Gaddamn it, Trigger!” she shouts in pain as I shove two fingers into her tight cunt.

That little yelp gets me harder. I sink my face into her heated pussy, my mouth sucking her wetness, swallowing it down like I’ve been roamin’ around a desert for the last three days. I find her clit—it’s big and inviting— and run my tongue over it again and a-fucking-gain.

She squeezes her thighs around my head and shoves my face against her so tight, I can’t breathe. Don’t matter. If I die, it’ll be with a smile on my face. As she gyrates her hips, she rubs her cunt over my face and beard, an invitation I don’t resist as I lick and suck, even take a few bites. Then she freezes, screams her fucking head off as she comes on my face. She’s still bucking and coming when I pry her legs off me and stand up, unzippin’ my jeans.

“Condom,” she gasps, her body writhing on the hood as she fingers her nipples.

I feel like I’m in a porn, she’s so fucking hot. I dig into my back pocket and fumble for a condom, dropping the three I have on the concrete.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I dive after them, my dick waving in the air like the American flag. They’ve scattered everywhere and I crawl to grab the nearest one, my jeans tripping me up.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hear her breathless voice from above.

“Dropped the condoms.”

“How many do you have?”

“Three,” I say as I struggle to my feet tearing the wrapper with my teeth.

“Optimistic, aren’t you?”

“The way you just came on my face, it’s justified.”

She throws back her head and laughs. Her exposed neck gets me distracted and I bite the side of it, making her jerk and swat at me. Then I step back and run the condom over my dick.

She’s still on her back, propped up on her elbows, staring at it. Then she touches the tip of her tongue to her top lip. “It’s huge, it’s pieced, it’s ready. Get to work, handsome!”

I smirk. “Every inch for you, baby.”

Apparently, those were the wrong words as her face falls.

“What?” I say sounding way too aggressive for the look on her face, but in my defense, I’ve got my hands on her hips and I’m poking at her entrance. This is not the time for her to get shy.

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting that hard-on go to waste,” she assures.

I grin.

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