After a long day of hanging out downtown with my long lost friend who flew to my town to see me, it was time for him to drop me home.
I'v had a crush on him since I was in the seventh grade. He was so sexy. Five years later and he's still looking as good as ever.
We pulled up into my driveway and he put his car in park.
"Thank you so much for today, Michael," I said, searching for my keys in my purse.
"Anytime," he mumbled, unbuckling his seat belt and putting an arm around my chair.
I was curious as to what he was doing, at looked over at his seat. He gave me this stare that I swear I could never forget. There was lust in his look. It was almost as though he was ripping my clothes off with his eyes. I felt myself becoming wet.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me into a kiss. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. His tongue dipped into my mouth and he sucked and pulled at my bottom lip. His hands traced from the back of my neck to the front of my shirt. He gripped my left breast hard, a moan escaped from my mouth. He kept forcing his tongue down my throat while roughly rubbing my breast in a circle. I leaned back in my seat as his hand traveled down to my shorts. He slipped his hand into my pants and rubbed my clit with his fingers. The car smelled of my sweet pussy. He pushed his fingers into my pussy and began finger fucking me. His tongue moved from my mouth to the crevasse of my neck. He licked and sucked all over my neck, hard enough to give me a hickey, and began furiously finger fucking me.
"F-f-fuuuuck," I moaned, pulling on his hair.
