I stare at the ceiling of the limo as Franco’s cock twitches inside me. He’s gripping my hips as my orgasm begins to die down.

I’m not done—no way. I’ve missed them so much, and this feels so good. I look down into his eyes, and I see exactly what I want to see—he’s looking up at me with so much feeling, like I’m the most important person in the world.

I grab his shoulders and slide off him, settling down between his legs. I leave his cock alone for now and lavish attention on his balls. At my touch, he shivers, goosebumps running through his legs and arms as his muscles draw his balls up against him, tight and hard.

I lick them gently, teasing with my tongue and lips as I use one hand to roll them back and forth in my mouth. I use my other hand to lightly tease his cock, just stroking it gently with my fingertips.

I wrap my hands around his legs and lean in, taking one of his balls into my mouth and sucking on it, pressing it against the roof of my mouth. He gasps, short and sharp, excited cries jerking out from his chest.

One hand comes down, grips my hair, then disappears again. The short cries become one long moan of need as I roll his other ball into my mouth.

He tastes salty and sweet. I can feel his passion rising as I put my lust and my need for him into each stroke of my tongue.

I sit up, looking for his cock. Just as I’d hoped, he’s hard and throbbing and ready to go again. I slither up his body, gently sucking his cock into my mouth inch by inch.

I feel his big hands on the back of my head—not pushing me but following the rhythm.

I sit up, look down at him, and run my hand over his shirt and the hard muscles beneath. It’s like there’s nowhere else in the world except this quiet, private den.

Franco sits up, reaching for me. He finds my lips with his tongue, gently pushing them open. He grips my waist as his mouth opens on mine, tongues exploring.

His cock is rubbing up against me, and I can’t help but grind against it, feeling the slippery pressure on my clit.

He pushes me back against the seat, and I turn to grab hold of it as the limo rocks slightly on a turn. Franco takes advantage of my position, pushing me over so I’m leaning on the soft leather seat with my ass pointed out.

Franco gasps softly as I lean forward, opening my legs. He sounds like a man who found paradise, and it makes me open my legs even wider for him.

My pussy’s throbbing, desperate to feel him inside. The anticipation is making me drip wet.

He leans down to look. His hands are on my ass as he gently kisses my pussy, licking deep inside. His lips run softly over my ass as he grips my hips and leans over me.

I feel his cock just nudging at the slit, and I can’t handle it. A moan comes out like a sob.

“Franco, oh fuck me. Fuck me, please.” I open my legs even further. He edges his cock in, just another half inch, holding my hips tight.

“This? Is this what you want, beautiful woman? You want this big hard cock to fuck you?”

“Yes!” I cry out, trying to scuttle backwards and let my pussy devour his cock.

He firmly places one hand on my shoulder and one on the small of my back so I can’t move. I moan in frustration, writhing under his hands. He gives me another slow—so slow—inch.

I’m trembling now. I have my knees open as far as they can go. He has my head pushed down into the seat so my ass is high.

Slowly, he pushes his cock in. I scream and try to thrash, but his hands are too strong. He firmly presses his hips against me, pinning me to the seat with his body and his hands.

He starts to draw out, just as slow, and I actually think I’m going to cry at the pleasure of it.

I’ve never known a man with such control. I’ve never known such pleasure.

His hand on my shoulder grips me hard suddenly, and he begins to thrust hard and fast. The force of his hips slamming into me shoves me against the soft seats, pinning me breathless.

Legs wide open, I point my ass up as high as I can and enjoy the exquisite sensation of his long, hard cock thrashing my hot, wet pussy.

I’m nothing but lust, panting, crying, and begging for more as he pins me between two hands. One hand is on my shoulder, and one on my waist as his hips slam me with all of his strength.

I feel my next orgasm from very deep and come, gasping and shuddering, legs trying to slam shut as my arms shake. Franco furiously pumps out the last few strokes until I feel him squirting hot cum deep inside me. He lies against my back, both of us breathing heavily.

From the floor where it must’ve rolled from his pocket, Franco’s phone begins to ring. He slips out of me with a curse and answers it.

“Hello. Oh, its you.” He glances at me, turning away to the corner and covering his mouth. Through the joy of the afterglow, I feel a stab of fear.

“No…no, that’s been taken care of…won’t suspect a thing…yeah, sure…”

I pull myself together on the seat, shaking all over. I’m a damn fool to feel so much. It’s just fucked, isn’t it?

Clearly, it’s all going to turn to crap. Soon they’ll get rid of me and find some new girl to play with—one with no baggage and no secrets.