Xenia smiled, still a little breathless, her hand resting lightly on his thigh.
"I told you I wanted to help you relax."
Xenia slowly lifted her head from his lap, her lips glistening as she stared at his cock with wide, hungry eyes.
Even after that intense release, he was still rock hard, thick and throbbing, veins pulsing visibly under the soft glow of the Lamborghini’s interior lights.
"You’re still rock hard..." she whispered, voice husky with disbelief and arousal. "Should we stop...?"
Stan’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked at her flushed face. "How the hell could I say no to you right now?"
That was all the permission she needed.
Xenia moved with eager grace, climbing over the center console and straddling his lap facing him. The position was intimate and confining in the best way, the driver’s seat pushed back slightly, giving them just enough room.
Her knees settled on either side of his thighs, her dress riding high up her smooth legs as she settled down. Stan’s hard cock pressed upright between them, trapped against her inner thighs and the soaked front of her panties.
She could feel his heat radiating through the thin fabric, the thick length pulsing insistently against her aching core.
She placed both hands on his broad shoulders for balance, leaning in until their faces were inches apart. "I want you, Stan," she breathed.
Their lips crashed together in a deep, passionate kiss. It wasn’t gentle. Xenia kissed him with open-mouthed hunger, her tongue sliding against his, tasting him while he reciprocated with the sa intensity.
Their tongues danced slowly at first, exploring, then grew more urgent, wet, heated strokes that made soft, obscene sounds in the quiet car. Stan’s hand cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head slightly as he deepened the kiss, sucking on her lower lip before plunging his tongue back inside.
The kiss was ssy, breathless, full of need. They devoured each other like they’d been starving for this connection all night.
When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, foreheads pressed together, Xenia reached behind her back and unzipped the top of her gown. She pulled the fabric down, freeing her supple, full breasts. They bounced gently into view, nipples already stiff from arousal.
"Touch ," she whispered.
Stan didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and took one breast into his mouth, sucking hungrily on her nipple.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the other breast, fingers sinking into soft flesh, occasionally pinching and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Xenia moaned loudly, arching her back to push more of herself into his mouth.
She began rolling her hips instinctively, grinding her soaked pussy against his hard cock through her panties.
The friction was electric. Stan could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric, coating his shaft as she moved. The heat of her core was intoxicating.
"Mmm... you feel so good," she gasped, eyes half-lidded. "Your mouth on like that... I’m so wet for you already."
Stan switched breasts, lavishing the sa attention on the other while continuing to fondle the first.
He sucked harder, occasionally grazing her nipple with his teeth, drawing whimpers from her throat.
For long minutes, he played with her breasts nonstop, sucking, licking, squeezing, burying his face between them as she kept grinding on him, her panties now completely drenched.
He pulled back briefly to capture her lips in another hungry kiss. This one was slower but no less intense, their tongues stroking lazily as they savored each other.
Xenia’s hands road his chest and shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
Finally, Stan’s patience snapped. With his powerful arms, he lifted her hips slightly, hooked his fingers into her panties, and yanked them down her thighs.
She helped by shifting, letting him pull them off completely. He then bunched her gown around her waist, exposing her glistening pussy.
Their eyes locked in the warm, intimate lighting of the car. The mont felt incredibly romantic, two people wrapped in each other, the world outside forgotten.
They kissed again with raw hunger. While their mouths were locked, Xenia reached down between them, wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, and guided the head to her entrance. She gasped into his mouth as she sank down in one smooth, desperate motion.
"Oh fuck!" she moaned through the kiss.
Stan’s cock stretched her perfectly, filling her tight, slippery pussy to the hilt in one go. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them. Her walls clenched around him like velvet heat, gripping every inch as she bottod out. Stan groaned deeply into her mouth, hands gripping her waist.
Xenia started riding him slowly at first, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles. Then she picked up pace, bouncing on his lap. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the car, obscene, intimate, addictive.
"You’re so tight... so fucking perfect," Stan growled against her lips, one hand fondling her bouncing breasts while the other caressed her waist and squeezed her ass.
He helped guide her movents, pulling her down harder onto him.
Xenia rode him with building desperation, her moans growing louder. She ca once like that, shuddering hard on his cock, her pussy pulsing rhythmically around him as pleasure crashed through her.
But Stan was still rock hard, not close yet.
She eventually slowed, breathing heavily, thighs trembling from effort.
Stan took over.
He gripped her ass firmly with both hands, lifted her hips, and began thrusting upward with powerful, explosive force.
PAH-PAH-PAH!!!
Each thrust slamd his cock deep into her, the head kissing her cervix directly. Xenia cried out in shock and pleasure, her body jolting with every powerful stroke.
"Stan! Ahh! Yes, fuck like that!" she moaned.
He fucked her with ferocious intensity, hips snapping up relentlessly. The Lamborghini rocked slightly with the force of their fucking.
The wet slapping sounds were loud now, her juices coating his balls and thighs. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of them, her tight, slippery walls gripping him like a vice, the friction driving him wild.
"You feel incredible," he rasped, voice rough with lust. "This pussy was made for ."
Xenia could only moan brokenly in response, her mind going hazy. He hit every perfect spot inside her, over and over. She ca a second ti, harder than before, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body convulsed.
Stan didn’t slow down. He kept pounding into her with raw power, chasing his own release. The build-up was intense, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine.
When he finally ca, it hit like a storm.
With a deep, guttural groan, Stan buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, painting her walls and filling her completely. The sensation pushed Xenia over the edge for the third ti. Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in a perfect ahegao expression, tongue slightly out, face contorted in overwhelming ecstasy as her pussy spasd wildly around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop.
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