She scrambled up, skirt bunching higher as she swung a leg over and straddled me.
The torn panties hung useless on her hips, leaving her completely open. She hovered, breathing fast, waiting.
“Take me out all the way.”
Her fingers flew to my slacks, tugged me free, and wrapped tight around the base.
She gave one slow stroke, then another, eyes locked on mine like she was begging for the next order.
“Line me up, baby girl.”
She did, rubbing my head through the mess she’d already made, coating everything and lining me up to her entrance.
A shaky little moan slipped out when I brushed her clit and I caught her hips and dragged her down hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
Veda’s head fell back, a broken moan spilling out as she took every inch until our bodies were one.
She grunted and groaned. I felt her clench around me as her hands rested on my shoulder, but I kept touching her clit with soft pressure, watching every inflection on her face like it was my salvation.
“Now move,” I told her. “Show me how grateful you are that your Daddy knows what you need.”
She started riding me right away, hips rolling, skirt trapped between us.
Her tits bounced under that shirt and I undid her buttons, letting her spill free as I pulled the cups down on her bra before groping her with one hand.
My other shot back to her clit where we were joined. Up slow, down hard, again and again, the limo rocking with every thrust.
“Faster, now. Show me how much you want this.” I could already feel her walls fluttering around me.
She picked up the pace, riding me like the good girl she was, and I brought my lips to one nipple and sucked hard.
She yelped and as she did she clenched on me in an almost painful sensation.
She had me so hard it felt like my skin would tear down the middle of my dick.
And still she bounced on me.
The harder she went, the closer we both were to losing it.
“That’s my girl,” I growled against her neck. “Come all over me. Let me feel your body squeeze me.”
She slid down again and her whole body locked up.
Her thighs went rigid against my hips, back arching so hard her tits thrust out toward my face.
A long, shaking moan tore out of her, and her walls started pulsing around me in hard, milking waves.
I could feel every single flutter, every squeeze, like she was trying to pull me deeper.
Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, nails scraping the jacket, and her head dropped forward with hair sticking to the sweat on her neck.
I didn’t let her stop. I gripped her hips and kept driving her through it, lifting and dropping her so she had to take me over and over while she came apart.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled right against her ear. “Keep squeezing me with that perfect little pussy. You feel how hard you’re making me throb? That’s all you. You’re gonna milk every drop out of me soon…
“Listen to you falling apart on my cock. That’s my good girl, losing it exactly when I want. You're so damn perfect. I’m going to keep you right here, riding me, until you give me another one. You want that, don’t you? Want every last bit of me, just like the greedy little thing you are?”
She was still shaking, little aftershocks rippling through her every time I lifted her and dropped her back down.
