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Hot Hippy Summer

... around her neck, every thrust into her pussy more violent than the last. Her legs are squeezed around me to hold on, her arms wrapped around my torso, her nails digging into my back. The truck suspension is creaking, not that it's noticeable amid the moaning and grunting from the two of us. Meg's voice shifts into a familiar higher register and I know an explosion is not far off. I pull my mouth of hers, spit on her face, then put both hands around her neck as I slam into her even harder, using my grip to make the impact even more forceful. My sweat is dripping onto her and her eyes bulge with every additional thrust. I know I must be bleeding from her nails on my back with how tight her grip is, her whole body tightening as my pace intensifies still further. I'm not going to last much longer, but Meg's orgasm comes first. Her hips arched improbably up to meet my incessant pounding, she suddenly lets loose with an animalistic cry as I crash into her followed with an absolute jet of fluid from her cunt as I pull back for another. It's hard to say if it's the force of the jet or simple surprise, but my dick ends up completely out and directly in the path of Meg's squirt. The spray deflects everywhere but my brain has a singular focus. I immediately re-bury my cock in her cunt and, while Meg continues to flood the truck cabin, I pound away. Just a few moments of using my friend as a human cock sleeve and I inevitably flood her guts with cum. I collapse on top of her, both of ...

... us continuing to twitch as we expel fluid, our sweat and scents mingling.

We both finally catch our respective breaths, and I stay on top and in her while we casually make out. Meg wipes my spit off her face then runs her hand through my chest hair; I jokingly shake my head throwing sweat droplets everywhere.

"Filthy enough?" I jokingly ask.

"Never! But I suppose plenty filthy for a Sunday in a public parking lot." Meg and I agree that one of these days we'll need to have some truly unfettered filthy fun. But for now it's getting late and we figure we've chanced it long enough and the last thing we need is to get busted by some security guard. The inside of the truck is a total mess, but that's an issue for another day. I gather my clothes and flip flops from the ground and toss them inside the cab while Meg puts the seat upright, then I head around to the driver's side without bothering to pull anything on. We drive off nude and I set course for Meg's house. We talk about this and that, and I notice Meg still has her endearing habit of absentmindedly stroking her pubic hair while chatting. As we get to a set of lights near her neighborhood we both pull on sufficient clothes so as not to scare the other residents. Meg's dress seems to have lost a few buttons and is basically open to the waist, but at least she's semi covered, and I pull on my still-sodden shorts but don't bother zipping my fly. Meg's just telling me that her parents are visiting tomorrow, when she ...