She drives to a dogging lay-by for the first time, sits there nervous in the dark, and still ends up with her legs open for the first man who knocks the glass.
$name1 drives to a dogging lay-by for the first time, sits there nervous in the dark, and still ends up with her legs open for the first man who knocks the glass.
$name1 nearly turned around twice.
The lay-by was just a strip of dirt off a back road. No sign. Two other cars already there with their lights off. $name1 parked at the far end, engine dead, hands on the wheel. Redhead fringe in her eyes. Short skirt. Tiny tits tight in a thin top. $name1’s heart was going harder than it had in the club. $name1 had read about this. $name1 had not done it.
A shape got out of the nearest car.
$name1 froze. He came to the passenger window and waited. $name1 stared at him for a long second. Then $name1 reached over and opened the door. He got in. He didn’t speak much. He looked at $name1’s skinny thighs and $name1, still shaking, pulled the skirt up anyway and opened her knees against the gearstick.
He pushed two fingers into $name1 first.
$name1 was wet despite the nerves. He replaced his fingers with his cock — thick, already hard — and shoved into $name1 on the passenger seat. $name1 cried out against the headrest. He fucked $name1 in short, hungry strokes in the cramped car, one foot in the footwell, $name1’s small pert arse sliding on the cheap fabric. $name1 came fast, clenching, fringe stuck to her forehead, a broken sound she tried to keep inside the car. He hooked $name1’s knee over the dash and went deeper. $name1 came again, sloppier, dripping onto the seat.
He drove in and finished inside $name1 in hot pulses, filling her, overflowing down onto the upholstery.
He pulled out.
$name1 stayed in the passenger seat with her skirt around her waist, thighs still open, his cum already running out of $name1 onto the fabric. Another set of headlights swung into the lay-by. He opened the door and got out.
$name1 didn’t close her legs. $name1 sat in the dark and watched the next shape come toward the glass.