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explosions going off all over her neck and chest as she nipped at his lips and encouraged him to open his mouth wider. She gave his tongue an exploratory lick with hers. And again. And then she was probing deep inside his mouth.
    After a minute, he pulled away, one hand on the steering wheel of his Audi, the other on her shoulder.
    “What’s got into you?” he asked and glanced through the windscreen to see if anyone was watching them. He seemed concerned for her, but she could tell that he was enjoying her kisses and didn’t want her to stop for long.
    “Nothing’s got into me,” Judy said. “Yet.” She allowed her knees to part and she put his hand on her thigh.
    “You’re still wet,” he said.
    “You have no idea how wet.”
    “I mean your clothes. Let’s get you home.”
    “I have a better idea,” she said and she pulled her top up over her head and threw it onto the backseat. Then she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. “There,” she said. “Happy now.”
    Evidently, he was convinced. He took her breasts in his hands and began kissing her gently, earnestly and then licking her nipples, making her sigh.
    “Bite me,” she said.
    “What?”
    “Bite me.”
    Tentatively, he did as she demanded and she looped an arm around his neck, pulling his body closer.
    “Harder.”
    It had been too long since they’d been together. Getting it on in his car wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t think that she was perfect either. Physically they were a pretty good match though. He knew what turned her on and was patient, taking her there with his fingers, his tongue, his teeth.
    She reached down between his legs.
    “Oh my!” she said. “Is that you or the handbrake?”
    “It’s all me,” Peter said between licking one breast and the next.
    “Let me see it,” she said.
    She helped him undo his fly and within seconds his penis was standing proud, encircled by the fingers of her left hand. There was still plenty of him to go in her mouth.
    “You know what they say about men with flash cars and the size of their penises? You’re the exception to the rule.”
    She began by kissing the head of his penis, little love pecks that were maddening him. The knuckles of one hand went white as he gripped the steering wheel while his other hand had her hair in an increasingly vice-like grip.
    He used his hand to guide her, speeding her up when she was too slow, sending her deeper than was comfortable, so that his cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged. His need for her turned her on further and she did as he bid to the best of her ability, his hot hand on the back of her neck now as if to say:
    “Now that you’ve started this don’t even think about stopping.”
    She unravelled one of his condoms over his cock and then licked him from balls to tip several times, which made him throw his head back and squirm in his seat.
    “I want you,” she said. “And I can’t wait.”
    That said, she climbed, svelte, into the backseat. He couldn’t do that so he adjusted himself, forcing his massive, adorned cock back into his trousers, opened the driver’s door and got out, joining her a moment later in the back.
    “Where were we?” he said, reaching for her, but she evaded his grasp and straddled him instead. In the time it took him to get into the car, she had slipped off her panties and now she ground her naked pussy against the crotch of his trousers while arching her back to give him full access to her breasts. He made good use of them and simultaneously managed to pull his cock back out of his trousers.
    She enveloped him immediately and began a slow, undulating movement with her hips, maximising the feel of his ample shaft against her clitoris as well as manipulating the angle so that he filled her completely.
    For the first minute or so, her movements were conscious and deliberate, aiming to maximise how sexy she looked at the same time as maximising her pleasure. It worked, because his hands were all