She follows my commands and gracefully maneuvers over the central console to reach the rear seats.
Without hesitation, I tear off my shirt and then join her in the back, where she's sitting upright, her presence captivating.
My lips meet hers in a passionate kiss, while my fingers delicately tease the edge of her shirt. I take a momentary pause from our intense kiss to remove her shirt, revealing her bare skin underneath.
My lips leave a trail of warm kisses down her neck, each touch leaving an imprint of desire. Slowly, I continue my exploration, tracing a path along her body, imprinting marks of longing and connection.
Inadvertent gasps break free from her lips as she tilts her head back and runs her fingers through my hair. A grin dances on my lips as I slide down onto the floor, situating myself right in front of her. With one hand, I idly toy with the hem of her skirt, while my other hand ventures on a curious journey along her inner thigh.
"Please," she breathes out in a voice heavy with desire, a plea that electrifies the air between us. Yielding to the silent request, I gradually lift her skirt, her own assistance elevating the anticipation. My gaze lingers on the fabric of her underwear, before I draw them down and remove them. My movements deliberate, I shift my focus downward, my lips gravitating toward her dripping cunt.
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My tongue gently caresses her clit, tracing a delicate pattern that sends shivers through her body. Her fingers clasp onto strands of my hair, and she steadies herself by holding onto the seat beside her.
With a graceful movement, she presses her hips against my mouth, a tender urgency in her actions. I part her legs slightly, continuing to tease her with slow, tender touches. A soft moan escapes her lips, a testament to the pleasure she's feeling. She leans back, surrendering to the sensations that envelop her.
I maintain my rhythmic pace, ensuring her comfort as I widen her stance when her body instinctively tenses. Her moans grow more fervent, and she tightens her grip on my hair as if seeking an anchor in the storm of sensations. "Fuck, Y/N."
As the moments stretch on, she approaches a crescendo of pleasure. "I'm close," she whispers, her hold on my hair reaffirming her desire.
Finally, the tension releases, and she comes undone over my tongue. I rise to meet her gaze, and she brings her thumb up to jaw to wipe away her juices that were left dripping down my chin.
"You're amazing," I murmur, our eyes locked in a silent exchange. A playful grin tugs at her lips, and she draws me closer, her arms encircling my waist as our lips meet in a kiss.
