The sun went down low on the hill. It made the sky orange and purple. Dusk came to the quiet spot. Our car was parked at the edge. The engine still made soft sounds from the drive. I got out. Cool wind blew with the smell of trees from below. She came after me. Her light dress moved on her legs. The lace top fit her body well. I held a glass of scotch. The brown drink moved a bit as I put it on the hot car hood.
I could not wait more. The empty hill and dark sky made me want her bad. I pulled her near. My hands went up her back to the thin ties of her lace top. I pulled them slow. The cloth got loose and fell open. It showed her breasts in the evening air. Her nipples got hard from the cold. She made a small gasp. Her eyes met mine. She looked ready and excited.
"Here?" she said soft. But she sounded happy, not stopping me.
I said yes with my head. I moved her to the car edge. Her hips touched it. My fingers went down her back. I pulled up her dress over her butt. No underwear. Just soft skin and warm spot between her legs. She bent over easy to the hood. Her hands flat on the hood near the glass. The metal felt warm from the sun. It was different from the cool air.
The sky got darker. Stars started to show in the blue. I took out my hard cock from my pants. It wanted her. I stood behind her. She bent her back more. She opened her legs a bit. Her pussy was wet and ready. I held her hips. I pushed in hard. I went deep into her tight heat. She moaned low and deep. The sound went out in the empty place.
Every time I moved in and out, the scotch in the glass did the same. I pulled back and pushed hard. The drink shook. Small waves hit the sides. It matched my moves. In, out—deeper, faster—the liquid moved like my fucking. Her body moved with me. Her ass pushed back to take more. Her inside squeezed my cock tight.
Her moans got louder. She did not hold back. "Fuck, yes... harder," she said with a rough voice. She wanted it bad. The car made creak sounds under us. The springs squeaked as we moved. The metal groaned from our push. The hood bent a little. It made the scotch shake more.
She looked at the front windshield . Her hot breath made it wet with fog. She breathed hard. It made misty spots on the windshield. Her lips opened for another moan. I saw her face in the blur—eyes almost shut, face red, mouth wide in pleasure. It made me go faster. My hips hit her hard. My balls slapped her skin with wet sounds.
I reached front. My fingers found her clit. I rubbed it strong in circles as I fucked her fast. She moved against my hand. Her pussy shook. It squeezed my cock more. The scotch almost fell now. It wobbled on the hood from our wild moves. Her sounds got high. Her body shook as she came. Her inside pulsed on me. It pulled out everything.
I came right after. I pushed deep one more time. I filled her with hot cum. We stopped. We breathed hard. The glass got still. The scotch moved calm now. Night took the hill full. It wrapped us in dark quiet. The car hood still warm under her tired body.
I could not wait more. The empty hill and dark sky made me want her bad. I pulled her near. My hands went up her back to the thin ties of her lace top. I pulled them slow. The cloth got loose and fell open. It showed her breasts in the evening air. Her nipples got hard from the cold. She made a small gasp. Her eyes met mine. She looked ready and excited.
"Here?" she said soft. But she sounded happy, not stopping me.
I said yes with my head. I moved her to the car edge. Her hips touched it. My fingers went down her back. I pulled up her dress over her butt. No underwear. Just soft skin and warm spot between her legs. She bent over easy to the hood. Her hands flat on the hood near the glass. The metal felt warm from the sun. It was different from the cool air.
The sky got darker. Stars started to show in the blue. I took out my hard cock from my pants. It wanted her. I stood behind her. She bent her back more. She opened her legs a bit. Her pussy was wet and ready. I held her hips. I pushed in hard. I went deep into her tight heat. She moaned low and deep. The sound went out in the empty place.
Every time I moved in and out, the scotch in the glass did the same. I pulled back and pushed hard. The drink shook. Small waves hit the sides. It matched my moves. In, out—deeper, faster—the liquid moved like my fucking. Her body moved with me. Her ass pushed back to take more. Her inside squeezed my cock tight.
Her moans got louder. She did not hold back. "Fuck, yes... harder," she said with a rough voice. She wanted it bad. The car made creak sounds under us. The springs squeaked as we moved. The metal groaned from our push. The hood bent a little. It made the scotch shake more.
She looked at the front windshield . Her hot breath made it wet with fog. She breathed hard. It made misty spots on the windshield. Her lips opened for another moan. I saw her face in the blur—eyes almost shut, face red, mouth wide in pleasure. It made me go faster. My hips hit her hard. My balls slapped her skin with wet sounds.
I reached front. My fingers found her clit. I rubbed it strong in circles as I fucked her fast. She moved against my hand. Her pussy shook. It squeezed my cock more. The scotch almost fell now. It wobbled on the hood from our wild moves. Her sounds got high. Her body shook as she came. Her inside pulsed on me. It pulled out everything.
I came right after. I pushed deep one more time. I filled her with hot cum. We stopped. We breathed hard. The glass got still. The scotch moved calm now. Night took the hill full. It wrapped us in dark quiet. The car hood still warm under her tired body.
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