Little Haiti Heat: Bus Stop Seduction
He didn't answer; instead, he watched as she knelt between his open legs and took his throbbing dick in her mouth. He grabbed her hair again, pushing it back so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed, but when she looked up at him, there was a mischievous glint in them. She bent lower, wrapping her tongue around the head of his shaft while her hand stroked his balls.
He couldn't hold back any longer. With one last push, he drove deep into her mouth, curling his fingers through her hair until she gagged just the way he liked it. As he fucked her throat, he felt her fingers sliding down to his ass, massaging and spreading his cheeks apart. He flipped her over onto her back on the cold concrete, straddling her waist.
He could see her nipples hardening through her shirt, and he bent down to suck one into his mouth while his fingers found her clit. She grabbed his hips, grinding against his hand with increasing urgency. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were locked together. He felt her walls starting to tense around his dick.
With one last thrust, he pounded into her hard and fast, driving her body through the orgasm that had been building all night. She screamed into the darkness, her legs tightening around his hips as she came down. He followed seconds later, cumming deep inside her with a moan that echoed off the walls.
When they finally broke apart, panting, she looked up at him with an expression he couldn't read. "You taste different from how I remember," she said softly. He reached down between them and wiped some of her cum off her stomach with his thumb. "Maybe we should do this again sometime." She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
He helped her up, putting his clothes back on in the dim light. As he walked her to her front door, she turned and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Be careful driving home, baby," she said. Then she was gone, leaving him standing there with a hard-on that wasn't going away anytime soon.