Celeb Fun

My head dipped, and the first touch of my tongue to her nipple sent a jolt through us both. I licked, then bit softly, the exquisite pain eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Susan. I took her whole breast into my mouth, sucking with a primal hunger, while my free hand found her other nipple, teasing and tugging, rubbing it fast between my thumb and forefinger. She arched her back, a guttural sound escaping her throat as I sucked harder, more voraciously, on the breast I held captive. My other hand continued its relentless assault, shaking her nipple, rubbing it faster and faster until she was writhing in my lap, a symphony of moans escaping her lips.

Her hand, hot and trembling, found its way to my crotch, her fingers closing around the insistent bulge in my jeans. A soft gasp, then a satisfied moan, told me she approved. I lifted my head from her breasts, trailing kisses up her neck, tasting her skin, leaving a path of fire. I bit gently, then sucked, the small hickey blooming on her pale skin a testament to our escalating desire. All the while, my hands were a whirlwind of motion, shaking her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples, twisting them until she gasped, then screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that echoed in the small apartment, a promise of the delicious chaos yet to come. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Susan, her body a canvas of burgeoning desire, and my hands, eager to paint it with pleasure. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips grinding against mine, an undeniable rhythm building between us, a prelude to the release we both craved.

The air in the parked car was thick with unspoken desire, a silent hum that vibrated between us. Susan's eyes, dark and glistening in the dim light of the street lamps, locked onto mine. There was a challenge there, an invitation, and a promise. She reached down, her fingers warm and knowing, closing around the hard length of me. A low groan rumbled in my chest as her other hand found its way to my balls, a gentle squeeze, then a firmer rub that sent a shiver through me.

I leaned in with my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. The scent of her – a mixture of sweat, perfume, and something uniquely hers – filled my senses. I traced a slow path with my tongue, from the delicate curve behind her ear down to the pulsing hollow of her throat. Each deliberate lick was a promise, a prelude to the hunger building within me. When I finally drew her skin into my mouth, a soft gasp escaped her lips. My hands, no longer content with just holding, cupped the full, yielding weight of her breasts, a primal squeeze that echoed the rhythm of our desire.

"I want you inside me, baby," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper that ignited a fire deep within me. "Cum inside my pussy."

Her words were a command, an irresistible pull. With a swift motion, I peeled her jeans down, revealing the bare curve of her hips. No panties – a deliberate choice, an invitation I was eager to accept. Without breaking eye contact, I lifted her, positioning her over the console, her head falling back towards the rear seats. The angle was intoxicating, exposing her fully. My tongue, driven by an insatiable need, plunged deep. The taste of her, rich and musky, filled my mouth. I explored every ridge and valley, a rapid-fire assault of sensation, my tongue a frantic, writhing snake, seeking out every last drop of her essence. She arched, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her soft cries a symphony in my ears.