"Baby… you're a hot little thing… and I'll bet you ain't been tapped yet."
"What?"
"You still got your cherry," Jack explained, rubbing her ass with both hands, gathering up the soft material of her dress until the girl could feel his fingertips rubbing over her asscheeks. She felt the hot bulge of his cock pressing out against the front of his jeans and let out a little gasp of delight. It was going to happen, and happen with him.
"Come on. I'll leave my stuff here. I live a couple of miles down the way. Don't want to do nothin' here 'less your old lady comes in and finds us," Jack said, breathing hotly into her ear.
It was wrong, terribly wrong! She was giving into this man, going away with him. But excitement scorched her veins, making her throw prudence to the winds. She was panting like a bitch dog as his hands moved up and down her body. Nothing mattered at all. She didn't care. Sucking in a deep breath of air, Arlette followed the big man, Jack guiding her with his hand loosely on her neck. They walked around the house to a van parked in front of the house. She slipped into the passenger's seat, feeling her hot little cunt pressing against the cool vinyl, the juices dampening the narrow nylon crotch panel of her briefs.
"Gonna make it quick, baby. You got me real hot," Jack said, touching her bare thigh for a moment, then turning on the engine. The subtle rumbling of the engine stimulated her pussy even more as they threaded their way quickly through the dimly illuminated streets of West Hollywood.