She’s got that look—eyes half-lidded, lips parted just enough to tease. Blonde hair tucked behind one ear, fingers already working his zipper before he even parks. The car smells like leather and cheap perfume. No foreplay needed; she knows exactly what she wants. Cock out of his pants by mile three, her hand wrapping tight around it while she hums low in her throat. Then—lean—her tongue flicks across his chest as he comes hard against her cheekbone, strings dripping down to stain those stockings black with cum. She doesn’t wipe it away.
Mature Couple’s Car Ride Handjob Ends with a Messy Facial
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