"Hurry – hurry!" she hissed, head flinging from side to side of the soft leather upholstery. It wasn't often that Joey got his old man's car, but when he did, they made the most out of it – especially the reclining seat.

She groaned again as he probed at her pussy with a second finger, working hard to wedge it inside her already spasming cunt. She was tight down there, every bit as tight as she'd been when she'd lost her cherry the year before. Amy humped her cunt up and down on his invading fingers, riding them for all she was worth. She wanted the real thing.

Finally, he began moving over her.

"Come on," she pleaded, using her free hand to tug at his belt. She felt the denim crushing against the insides of her thighs as he pushed his jeans down his legs…

… and then he was lowering himself over her.

"Oh, yes, yes," she grunted, already fitting the blunt heat of his throbbing cock between the welcoming lips of her hungry pussy.

Joey had never been one to rush into things, no matter how horny he was, and this occasion was no different. He calmly replaced her fingers with his own and began rubbing the velvety flesh of his cock between the tightly compressed lips of her cunt. Amy jerked beneath him as the heavy cocktip brushed her clitoris again and again. She thought she was going to die without the fuck she needed.

"Plea-ease," she sobbed, wrapping her long shapely legs around his thighs and digging her nails into his muscular ass. Amy tried to force him into her, but Joey was good at this – which was one of the prime reasons she was with him and not one of the others. When she needed a good fuck, Amy knew that Joey could supply the medicine.

At that moment, he gave her his cock.

"Aahhhh – yes!" she screamed. He'd fit the head of his prick between the lips of her pussy, stretching them until they'd seemed ready to burst. Then he shoved his hard prick into her unnaturally tight cunt.