Chapter 545: Julie’s Parking Lot Perversion
We stepped out of the courthouse and made our way to the parking lot, where Julie’s car was parked.
The car door slamd shut with a finality that echoed through the parking lot, sealing us in our own private world of heat and hunger.
Julie slid into the driver’s seat, her thighs pressing together as if trying to ease the ache I’d spent all day stoking. But the mont I settled into the passenger seat, that fragile control she’d been clinging to shattered.
With a feral growl, she lunged at , her lips crashing against mine in a kiss so hungry it stole my breath. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, demanding, taking, as she climbed over the center console with predatory grace.
The leather seat creaked beneath us as she straddled my lap, her skirt riding up to reveal the glistening, bare flesh of her pussy, already dripping for .
"Mmm—fuck—!" she moaned into my mouth, her hips grinding against my cock through my pants, the friction making her tremble. "It’s all your fault!" Her fingers clawed at my shirt, yanking it from my pants as she panted against my lips.
"You’ve had
soaking wet all fucking day!" Her hips rolled in desperate circles, her pussy rubbing against the bulge in my pants.
"First in the car with Hannah, then the washroom, then—" Her voice hitched as her clit brushed against my cock, sending a jolt through her. "—fucking courtroom of all places!" Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breath hot and ragged. "You bad, bad man... Now take responsibility and fuck !"
I grabbed her ass, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I pulled her harder against . "Look at you," I growled, my voice rough with dark amusent. "My good girl turned filthy slut." I smacked her ass—hard—the sound echoing in the confined space.
SMACK.
Julie yelled into my mouth, her body jerking forward, but her hips never stopped moving, grinding against
with desperate friction. "Mmm—! Yes!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back before locking onto mine, dark and defiant.
"Aren’t you afraid..." I murmured, my hand sliding up to grip her throat, my thumb brushing her pulse point. "Of being seen?" My lips curled in a dark smirk as I glanced at the parking lot outside, where cops and lawyers still milled about. "We’re still in public, Julie. Anyone could walk by... see what a slut my wife is..."
Julie panted, her chest heaving, but her eyes burned with defiance. "Let them see!" she snarled, her fingers fumbling with my belt, yanking it open with a sharp tug.
"I don’t care!" Her voice was a husky growl as she popped the button of my pants and yanked the zipper down, the sound loud in the silence of the car.
"You’re here to handle anything that happens..." Her hand dipped into my pants, wrapping around my cock and pulling it out, her fingers stroking the length of . "So why should I worry?"
Her pussy rubbed against the head of my cock, the wet, obscene sound filling the car as she rolled her hips, coating
in her arousal. "You’ve been teasing
all day..." she whimpered, her free hand gripping my shoulder as she lifted her hips just enough to align my cock with her entrance.
"Now fuck , Jack." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips brushing my ear. "Or are you too scared to fuck your wife in a parking lot?"
I grabbed her hips, halting her movents, my voice a dark growl. "Scared?" I laughed, the sound low and dangerous. "Baby, I invented this ga." My hands slid up to grip her waist, lifting her just enough to tease the head of my cock against her dripping pussy.
"But you’re the one who should be scared." My lips brushed her ear, my voice a whisper. "Because after this? You’re never getting enough of my cock."
Julie whimpered, her body trembling as I lowered her onto my cock, inch by torturous inch, stretching her tight pussy around . "Fuck—!" she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, her head falling back as she took all of . "It’s so big—!" she moaned, her hips rolling in slow, deep circles as she adjusted to my size.
The car windows were barely tinted, the parking lot still half-full of people walking to their cars, laughing, talking—oblivious to the filthy scene unfolding just feet away. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see.
And Julie didn’t give a damn.
Her hips started moving, rolling in slow, deep circles, her pussy clenching around my cock as she rode . "Mmm—yes—!" she moaned, her voice low but uncontrolled, her breath fogging the windows.
"You fill
up so good, Jack..." Her fingers gripped my hair, yanking my head back as she ground her pussy against . "I’ve been aching for this all day..."
I gripped her ass, pulling her down harder, faster, my cock thrusting up into her. "That’s it," I growled, my voice rough. "Ride , slut." My hand slid up to grip her throat, my thumb pressing against her pulse. "Let them hear how desperate you are for my cock."
Julie’s eyes flashed, her lips parting in a silent scream as she bounced on my cock, her tits pressing against my chest, her nipples hard through her blouse. "Ah—! Jack—!" she whimpered, her body trembling as she got closer. "I love how you fuck ..." Her voice was a breathless moan. "I love how you own ..."
I smirked, my free hand sliding between us to circle her clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles. "Cum for , Julie," I commanded, my voice a dark purr. "Right now—or I stop."
Julie’s back arched violently as the first orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching my cock like a vice as she shuddered above . "Fuuuuuck—! Jack—!" Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails drawing blood as her body convulsed with pleasure. But I wasn’t done with her.
My thumb, still slick from her pussy juices, traced slow, teasing circles around her tight, puckered asshole. She tensed the second I touched her there, her breath hitching in her throat. "N-no—" she whimpered, but her hips kept rolling, grinding her pussy against my cock, betraying her words.
"You like when I touch you here, don’t you?" I growled, my voice rough with dark amusent. My thumb pressed against her asshole, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm. "You want
to fuck this tight little hole, too."
Julie moaned, a broken, needy sound that vibrated against my chest. "I.... I don’t—" she started, but her words dissolved into a gasping moan as I pressed the tip of my thumb inside her ass. "Aaaah—! Don’t—!" Her body jerked, her pussy clenching even tighter around my cock, milking
as her pleasure spiked.
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