The Butterfly Garden (Part 2: Across from the Lake) - Sex Stories

The Butterfly Garden (Part 2: Across from the Lake)

... position. But when they had completely disappeared into the woods around the bend, I knew what was coming next. I swiftly turn over, kneeling on all fours on the bench.

So as not to completely reveal myself through the window to a potential audience, I pulled my shirt back over my hanging breasts. He placed a hand on the small of my back and pushed, prompting me to make the arch even more severe. It wasn’t enough for him though, as he lined himself up behind me and pushed my head into the seat. My elbows buckled and I used them to brace myself, face down, ass up.

He shoved himself into my sloppy cunt hard this time, ready for his final release. I shrieked into the leather, savoring the roughness. I was so sensitive by this point that I could hardly control the sounds coming from my mouth and it seemed to be encouraging him. He pushed my head hard against the seat, pounding me rhythmically until I noticed his breath started to hitch and sensed his climax.

Desire spread through me to be filled up and I started moving with him, pushing myself back onto his cock. He loved the feeling, I could tell by the way he gripped my hips as I threw myself back on him, letting my ass ripple each time it hit his pelvis. Finally, after a few more times bouncing on his engorged dick, I felt his grip tighten and he grunted with exertion.

I felt the pressure of his hot cum shooting inside me and moaned myself. I was gasping for air now, as I realized just how steamy the car had become. When finally, the waves of his orgasm drifted away, he pulled his pants back on and sat out of breath in the back seat for a moment. I couldn’t wait, so I pulled my damp shorts on, grabbed the keys from the center console, and flicked on the car to roll down the windows. Goosebumps covered my skin as a cooler breeze than we’d felt all day wafted through the car. It was time to head back home to the air conditioning.