Aaliya's moist ministrations drifted up as sloppy sucking and slurping sounds, turning me on even more, and I slide my hand down her nude back to her ass, across her skirt and then up under the skirt to stroke between her legs. It almost seemed natural at this point to find that she had no panties on, but my cock twitched nevertheless as my fingers found her slit. She was damp and slick, and I knew then that her lust was no act, and she was as turned on as I. Aaliya moaned as I fingered her, my middle finger sliding between her folds and over her c***.
"Ohhh, f**k," she said, raising her head from my cock and pressing her mouth again to mine. She shifted, raising her leg and then lowering herself onto me in one graceful move that impaled her dripping snatch on my throbbing rod. "Ohhh f**k, yesss," she hissed, grinding her snatch onto me and pressing my face into her magnificent breasts.
I sucked her nipple and licked and kissed her breasts as she rode me, up and down, taking my raging manhood deep into her slick center again and again and again. "God, yes, f**k..pleae make me cum..."
I growled as my lust boiled in my groin and built and built, quickly rising. Aaliya's commands and her tight wet snatch brought me swiftly to the point of climax and I could feel the explosion within me as she screamed, "Ohhh f**k, yesss, I'm cummming, ohh shit, I'm cumming!" and her body writhed and thrashed and my hips thrust and my cock erupted, spurting jet after creamy jet of boiling cum deep into her body.
We clutched each other tight as out bodies rode the orgasms and expended the lustful energy of our glorious f**k. Aaliya collapsed onto my chest and we sat panting in the back of the car, my cock still rampant inside her, her pussy still throbbing.
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