1. After The Wedding Pleasure


    Date: 8/1/2024, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Verhaalen 

    ... movements somehow taking him deeper but nowhere near where he usually plumbs her. But, it’s enough. “Go on, it’s okay!”

She gasps as she leans with her hands on the dashboard and moves sharply but rhythmically, bucking and rocking her hips back and forth. She feels wonderfully entrapped, by the situation they find themselves in and what her darling man is doing. Oscar’s hands grip her hips and guide her riding of him, some moves making her settle deeper on him and her body shudders. She grunts and gasps and is made crazy with longing for him.

“So new and so inventive…that’s what you make it!” he grunts, but her movements are unrelenting. She’s all but oblivious to the hard grasp of his hands on her breasts as Oscar pulls her down on him.

“And I couldn’t wait…couldn’t wait…can’t hold back!” she pants, lifting her face out of her pleasure and gazing up at the canopy of trees overhead. “It’s not comfortable…no way! But after your touches, how could I wait until we got to the hotel?”

Oscar now takes more control and he keeps pulling her down on him or bucks his hips, his fingers also sliding over her slit and caressing her pussy’s swollen lips. She puts one hand on the windowsill to maintain her balance, the other gripping the leather-covered steering wheel

Waves of her impending orgasm are building up in her, the pleasure heightened by the real lack of control that they have in the position they’ve taken. She’s unsure if she can hold it back for much longer. He ...
    ... groans in her hair as Oscar rises off the seat to embrace her, clumsily, his hands clasping her breasts and kneading them as they rut.

Her pussy muscles clamp and she’s ready to share her climax with him. He’s there too, his body trembling and his lust seeming to course through his body, into his trembling and clamping hands as he pulls her down on him in a violent and invasive thrust.

“I…I hope no one hears us!” she gasps as Oscar floods her, erupting in tingling rushes deep inside her. She collapses and leans back against him as waves of her orgasm finally crash over her. Oscar grabs some tissue from the box stuffed in the passenger door’s pocket.

Finally, after Oscar has tugged on the door handle and pushed it open, does she stumble off him, hurriedly smoothing the skirt of her dress down over her aching thighs. Hiding out of view, behind the passenger door, she cleans herself up and wraps the clammy tissues in a clean one that Oscar holds out to her.

“Thanks,” she says with a wobbly smile and watches him get dressed again, wiping his glistening prick with more tissues.

“We’ve got an excuse for a shower when we get to the hotel.”

Ali detains him as Oscar seeks to move away and put the bundle of tissues in the trash can.

“I…I want more special occasions with you, lots of them, and not when we find the time off work or others make it possible. Do you know what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I do. I wanted this weekend off to ask you that but you’ve beaten me to ...
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