er eyes were half closed unable to truly see anything before her, so lost was she in her own pleasure. One hand continued to jerk against Ray’s wrist while the other came up to caress her own sensitive throat.
Ray was aware of the other man’s envious gaze. It made him want to push her harder. He roughly added a second finger, rubbing against her inner walls. For her part, Sandra tried to gather her thoughts, unaware of a second hungry gaze aimed in her direction. Her body ignored the war in her mind and rushed toward its own completion. Her hips moved frantically, grinding down on the fingers inside of her pulsing against those invading digits. The atmosphere changed into a pulsing living thing, as Sandra’s hips sped up their lustful dance.
“Stop!” Getting a burst of strength, Sandra jerked Ray’s hand away, groaning as his fingers quickly left her quivering tunnel. Her body ached in anger at being denied its release. Ray’s hand spasmed as if protesting her actions. She swallowed thickly, running trembling fingers through her dark shoulder length hair. Remembering the serviceman, she opened the door to speak to him about his progress. The fresh air did little to remove the pleasure that was singing through her veins. She wanted to get back in the car and finish what Ray started. But she was married! Oh fuck. She was married and her cousin just fingered her in the car, on the side of the highway in front of some random man. Some man who could potentially run back to her lawyer husband. She had to think fast.
“Sorry, what’s your name?” Sandra held out her hand to the blushing man.
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