Wild things

Vica Ryder slid into the stunt car with the same hunger she showed at the track. Blonde hair loose, black lace barely covering her, she hit the gas and let the engine scream. I climbed in, heart already hammering. She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs. Wet. Ready. We barely made it behind the garage before she dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out, and swallowed it in one greedy motion. Her tongue worked fast, lips tight, eyes locked on mine while she gagged herself deeper. Another girl in matching lingerie stepped out of the shadows and joined her, tongues sliding over my shaft together, trading spit, kissing around the head. Vica climbed onto the hood, spread wide, and I pushed inside her while the second girl licked us both where we met. She tasted us, moaned, then climbed up so Vica could bury her face between her thighs. I fucked Vica harder, watching her tongue work. Every thrust made her moan into the other girl’s cunt. Wild. Fast. Exactly what she wanted.