ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY BOOK II

16. Skirt

Spreading my clean-shaven legs, my hot pussy skirt inched up these juicy thighs. Trying to control my breathing, I slowed in speed, the speed-o-meter dropping to 45 M.P.H. but my booty hole remained idle.

I loved it in the ass, but right now I didn't have time for ass play.

Desperately wanting to be fucked, I unbuttoned my cream-colored blouse and my tits tumbled free like spilt marbles.

I grabbed the left one, suckling on my erect nipple, gently biting it with my teeth.

Sensation shot through my body like heat seekers. I knew I was in my car being lewd and lascivious, but if these seats were made for fucking, then fucking's what I'll do...and one day these seats are going to walk all over this pussy because Mama didn't have on any boots.

I didn't feel like taking off my stilettos and I looked light years better than Nancy Sinatra.

I noticed a few men in a huge truck were on the side of me, honking their horns, trying to get my attention.

Men were always messing up my free time. I turned on the stereo to block their asses out.

A bitch needed alone time, and since I was an exhibitionist, fuck men because it was time to get right on down to pleasuring myself. I started to sweat as the smell of my twat filled the air.

Turning on the AC, I got a contact high. I did this with weed sometimes.

Rolled the windows up and put the AC on full blast. My scent mixed well with the strawberry air freshener dangling
from my rear view mirror.

I gasped collectively, rubbing myself. It felt so good my legs drummed together.

I glanced at Michael Mayhem's book cover, sliding two fingers into my pulsating hole.

Call me your dirty bitch, Michael! Come and give it to Mama. My tits bouncing, I rubbed myself for dear life like I was a camper trying to turn some twigs into smoke and flames.

I was cold; Mama needed a heater in this pussy.

I leaned back on the seat, the men getting closer to my car. Ya'll better not hit my shit! I hope you got some good
insurance!

I loved these leather seats because I was slipping and sliding in sweat and pussy juice. I grabbed the baby oil from the cup holder, popped the top and squirted it all over my body, rubbing it into my tits.

I felt it trail down my body, mixing with my well-cut pubic hair. I was really sliding now.

I just had to get a taste of the strawberry, so I sucked my cunt down my throat with an appreciative smack of the lips.

My foot pressing slightly on the accelerator, I was playing with myself again, thinking about the quickest way to come.

I wanted a nut and I wanted it now!

I got it.

Impulsively, I reached over and opened my glove box, S.W. 8th Street approaching on the Turnpike.

That wasn't my destination, so I could get on with the regularly scheduled programming.

I quickly pulled out my vibrator, leaving the glove box open...