"Untie my hands," she hissed.

He licked her titties, "Yeah, in a minute… "

Balls, untie hell. No telling what she might do. Besides, he was working one up. He could feel it in his nuts, wadding together… her tight pussy was providing great friction. Pete grabbed her lovely ass in both hands again, pulling her onto his cock, increasing the tempo.

She was gasping, her entire body writhing. He heard her teeth grate, and her butt began to vibrate. Shit, his prick had brought her to a boil. He laughed, she was going to come!

He fucked her furiously, ramming hard. The car squeaked and she was oophing, gasping, wriggling. The bliss welled up and spewed-he jerked convulsively as the hot jism spurted in gobs. He plunged his cock in deep as hard as he could with wild crazy jabs, feeling the cum squirting out of him. He was stiffening, losing the rhythm, pounding, jerking again, lunging, threshing. He fell on her, still jabbing in spasms.

He became conscious then that she had been bucking and humping along with him. She had popped her pussy at the same fucking time. The car smelled like a cheap cat house on the river.

Man, what a crazy screw! He left his ass in gear, still humping it in slowly, panting like hell. Her tits were heaving. They were both sticky with sweat. He could feel the cunt constricted around his tool. It felt good, but his legs were like lead. He had shot into her from his socks, and he hoped she appreciated it.

"Gimme a cigarette, huh?" she asked.

Pete rolled off her and flopped cock-up on the seat beside her. Glancing around as he got the pack out, he was satisfied no one had seen them. He put a fag in her mouth and lit both.