This Wasn't Meant to Happen...2.

With her face skyward the rain pounded her forehead and ran trickles in her ears.

His hands were surprisingly warm as they entered her clothes and encircled her waist…their hips meshed and his hardness made her transparent resolve completely disappear.

Turning her back to the car he pressed deep into her against her wet dress and nuzzled at her neck…their breaths were visible in the cold air. He pulled back from her skin and looked directly at her, her eyes were closed only for an instant as though the lack of his touch bought her back to the here and now.

But they had already gone to far – she wanted to taste him. Eye to eye their gaze met. She was sprawled halfway across the back of the car he was leaning over her dripping wet. He had never looked so beautiful, so open, so raw. She wasn’t sure what to do and for a moment anticipated humiliation – for him to walk away and leave her as an undignified mess. There eyes were locked.

Without getting any closer and with a steely gaze his hand went inside her underwear – the traces of viscosity distinct from the wetness of the rain. His fingers found their way inside her, she closed her eyes and moaned, shuddered and came. It was quick.

He was so hard it hurt, she slid of the boot limp – knees squelching in the mud, she fumbled for his cock, lifting it and pushed his legs open, she caressed him from front to back with long dexterous digits. Her warm tongue licked at his balls. Rub rub rub, her cold wet hand slid back and forth while she put his hard cock into her mouth.

An audible moan punctuated the frigid air, it dizzied him, he lent forth and placed a hand on the vehicle, he thrust deep in her throat.

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