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and curvy with generous breasts that I want to taste, and round hips I’m dying to feel against me. Her midnight-black hair is down in big waves that make me want to grip it in my fist. I want to use it to pull her toward me and claim her mouth.
    I love and hate that fucking dress on her. I love that I can slide my hand between her legs and her pussy will be right there for me, but I hate that someone else might have the same thought. I don’t like that her pussy is so easy to get to. Just a rip of her panties and you could be deep inside her warm cunt, and no one besides me will be doing that.
    “ Sir,” she starts again, “I’m not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?”
    “ Nothing,” I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. “Turn around, hands on the vehicle,” I say, indicating that I’m going to give her a pat-down.
    “ But – ”
    “ It’s best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you.” Her eyes snap up at my use of “my Rose” but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.
    Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it’s coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
    When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. “Please don’t,” she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what’s coming, but she knows something is off.
    Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full ass, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.
    “ Don’t move again. You’ll only hurt yourself, and I don’t want that. You can’t fight me off, so don’t try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I’m done.”
    Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her ass, trying to cool my lust, but my balls only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her pussy, feeling how warm she is.
    She’s so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her pussy and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.
     
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