Day Three of Being Fucked by This Muscular Man in My Car

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her curves are on full display as she arches her back, pushing those big tits out, straining against the black lace. He's behind her, his dark skin a delicious contrast to her pale glow, his muscular body flexing with each slow thrust.

His hips move with a rhythm that's already getting under your skin, making your pulse pick up, your breath catch. You can almost feel the heat of their bodies, the tension building between them. She's completely open to him, her legs spread wide, inviting him deeper. The sound of their bodies moving together is intoxicating, a slow build of wet flesh and heavy breathing.

As he drives into her, you can feel your own body responding, getting hard at the thought of being in his place. Your hand drifts down, stroking yourself in time with his thrusts. You're already on edge, and you know you won't last long once you press play. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, will they keep going like this forever?