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Neuro submission transmitter 6

... her thick hair, and feel the moist heat from her slick pussy lips. Curving my fingers, I slip two of them inside her slippery slit. "Oh Fuck!" She says, pulling her shorts down to her ankles, spreading her knees wider, as she scoots down in the seat. With my fingers pumping in and out her pussy, my palm is rubbing against her hairy mound and pressing against her clit. She's bucking against my hand, as I slip my fingers out of her pussy and rub her creamy lubricant all around her swollen clit. "Oh my god!" She yells, raising her ass off the seat and pushing hard against my hand. I continue to finger fuck her, as I roll my palm in a circular motion over her smeared clit. "Oh fuck! That feels good, Nick." Maggie says, writhing around on the seat and pushing up against my fingers. "It's a good thing I already sucked you off, or I'd be straddling you right now and not worrying about whether we crashed." She pants, bucking furiously against my hand. I keep up the onslaught on her pussy, while steering the car toward our off ramp. As we turn towards Maggie's street, we stop at a traffic light. There are two teenage girls in the car next to us staring at Maggie, gyrating around on the seat. "Ohhhh! Fuck, Nick! I'm cumming!" Maggie yells. Her body is arched so high her pussy is level with the window. She starts jerking wildly against my hand, as the light changes. I wave to the girls and pull ahead of them. "Ohhhh! Yes! Fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" She slams her pussy up against my hand, ...

... presses her hand against mine to stop me from moving, and then collapses back on the seat, my fingers still inside her pussy. I just hold them there while she gulps air into her lungs. She's leaning back, her legs stretched out straight, her shorts and panties around her ankles and her chest heaving, as we pull into her driveway. I remove my fingers from her pussy, bring them to my lips and suck her taste from them. "The neighborhood is quiet and no one is home." Maggie says, reaching to the visor and pressing the garage door opener. "Fuck it, I'm just going to make a run for it." She grabs her shorts and panties, pulls them off her feet and opens the car door. "Come on!" She laughs, jumping out of the car and running into the garage with just her halter top on. I watch her bare ass cheeks bounce sexily, as she runs and I quickly follow her, pulling my pants up as I go. We're both laughing hysterically as we enter the laundry room. Maggie drops her shorts and panties on the washer, pulls off her halter top, tossing it there, too. Completely naked, she turns to me, wraps her arms around my waist and pushes her tongue in my mouth. "Have I thanked you for liberating me from Harry's curse?" She asks, breaking off the kiss to pull my shirt over my head. "Several times, Maggie." I say, smiling. "You don't have to keep thanking me." I say, as she pushes my hands away from the waistband of my pants and lets them fall to the floor. Bending down she pulls my jockey shorts down and I step ...