“I swear to god, if you laugh at me right now, I won’t let you touch me for a week,” Doll threatens.
“You need me,” I remind her.
“Exactly, so imagine how much of a brat I’ll be if I have to go without because you won’t let me sit on your dick while you finger fuck me,” she yells.
Opening the car door, I lift her into the seat and secure her seat belt before climbing into the driver’s seat and pulling out of the small parking lot.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
Not answering, I focus on driving, pulling into the deserted picnic area ten minutes later.
“Where are we?”
“There’s a walking trail that leads down to a small lake, down there,” I say, pointing to a narrow trail.
“Are we going to get caught?”
“I doubt it. The lake is pretty quiet at this time of year. It’s too cold to swim and not cold enough to skate on.”
“Oh, thank God,” she gasps, relief and excitement flashing across her face.
Sliding my seat back as far as it’ll go, I reach over, running my hand up her thigh until I find her panties. The fabric is hot and damp.
“You’re wet.”
“I’m soaked and I need…” She lets the word trail off, but I can practically feel her desperation.
Cupping her hot pussy, I press the heel of my hand into her, feeling my erection harden when she moans and lifts her butt out of the seat, seeking more of my touch.
Unfastening my own seat belt, I slip out of the car and walk around to open her door. Reaching over her to unclip her restraint, I twist her around to face me, her feet dangling out of the car. Peeling her panties down her thighs, I watch with rapt attention as the fabric clings to her pussy. Unhooking the underwear over her shoes, I lift the fabric to my nose and inhale deeply.
“Do I smell as desperate as I feel?” she asks, bending her knees and resting her heels on the edge of the seat, her legs spread and her pussy on display for me.
“You’re swollen and dripping,” I tell her as I run my finger through her folds, collecting some of her arousal with the tip.
“I told you I needed you,” she pants. “Please.”
As I lift her out of the car, she wraps her legs around me, and I carry her to the driver’s side. Turning her in my arms so her back is to my chest, I climb into the seat, and she holds onto thesteering wheel while I unfasten my pants and push them down, letting my hard dick pop free.
“Thank God,” she says as I guide the head to her entrance, watching her pussy split open as I slip inside of her.
“You feel so fucking big like this,” she gasps, lowering down until I’m fully buried. “That’s…that’s what I needed.” Her exhale is pure relief as her frantic need settles, the tension in the car slowing to a want, rather than a desperate need.
“Can we just stay like this?” she questions, leaning her head back onto my shoulder.
“Yes,” I tell her. My dick is rock hard, but if she needs to be full of me, then I’m happy to give her that, at least for a little while.
For several long moments, neither of us speaks, connected and as close as we can get while fully dressed. Eventually, she starts to fidget, wetness from her pussy dripping down my dick and onto my balls.
“Baby,” she whines.
“I know, Doll. Let me help.”
Reaching around her, I find her clit with my fingers and start to rub. Pushing my hand between her legs, I toy with her pussy where she’s spread around my dick. I’m fairly well-endowed. Bigger than average—I’ve checked—but today her cunt is so wet I experimentally slide the tip of my finger inside of her alongside my dick.
“Oh my god,” she squeaks, reaching one arm behind her to grab hold of my neck.
Rubbing at her clit, I slowly slide my finger a little deeper, teasing myself as I stretch her, and fighting the urge to lift her up, so I can slam back into her again. Pinching her clit between my finger and thumb, I swallow back my own groan when a fresh surge of arousal coats my dick and finger, dripping out of her and onto my hand.
