Sex with boy friend in car

I am Reena. I am 21 years old. I am 5’5″ tall with big breasts and big swaying ass. Fair color. I have firm breasts and I am very proud of those globes. They make every male look at me twice. I have good figure 36-26-36. I Have light brown color pointed nipples with big areola.

Anand, my boyfriend, had bought the car only a couple of weeks back and he had invited me for a ride. One day, late in the after noon, we took off on the Merc. After the car left the city limits far behind, his left hand came snaking across my waist, drawing me near. I snuggle up to him as his hand lingered on my smooth rear and sought to explore deeper into the divide of my ass.

Getting closer to his face, I let my tongue stroll to his ear and nibbled at the lobe with sensuous movements. Baby! Baby! Anand cried out in thrill. Such was his pleasure that after a while he could not concentrate on his driving, and pulled up beside a blossoming green field. We left the car and holding hands, headed for a nearby wood. Making ourselves comfortable beneath the shade of a tree we looked at each other as passion swept over our bodies. Words were not enough to convey our desires; our tongues needed a different mode of expression. Soon we were both engaged in a passionate embrace with our tongues in close contact, speaking the language of love. Every now and then we would pause to gain a breath and then resume our act.

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I did not complain when Anand finally laid me on the ground and started to remove my clothing. I was wearing a cotton top over a pair of skintight Levis. He made no attempt to remove my top. Instead he concentrated on remove my jeans. I raised my hips to assist his effort. Soon his eyes were gazing at my black lace panties, which sharply contrasted with my smooth and fair skin.

The pleasure on his face was unmistakable. He leaned over my thighs and tenderly planted a kiss, right over my treasure island. It was arousing, the way he kissed. A shudder escaped from deep within my body. “once more” , I urged him. He was more than happy to oblige. Resting his face against my pouting mound of love he pressed his mouth and applied a string of kisses.

Then, without warning Anand pulled down my panties with his teeth. Without a barrier between his mouth and my love lips, his kisses became even more erotic. The palms of his hands cupped and caressed my generous bottom, as his mouth lay glued to his object of affection. Gradually I could feel wetness welling up deep inside me. Lost in his own world he remained rooted between my thighs. O boy! My boyfriend sure knew to make my body boil. With his face firmly lodged between my thighs, he started a new routine.

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Using his fingertips to spread my pussy lips, he started exploring the sensitive folds of my skin. When I arched my back and moaned, he skillfully put his fingers inside me. Playing with me a bit, he then extended the tip of his tongue to meet my excited clit. In a rhythmic dance his tongue started darting in and out of my already creamy interior. Licking gently with some long, flat strokes across the length of my maidenhood, he savored me like a little boy licking an ice cream cone.

Occasionally he would pull away so we were just inches from each other. Beautiful pussy! Anand whispered, his head still hidden between my thighs. Milking my clit hungrily between his lips he flicked it and massaged it with his tongue. Coming in a great deluge I pored out my love juice over his face. Unable to control my passion, I asked him to take off his trousers, but he showed no interest in it. I had to virtually shove him off my crotch in order to have it my way. In a hurry I got rid of my top.

Since I was not wearing a bra, the firm, round globes of flesh made their immediate appearance. Staring at my succulent boobs, Anand appeared one pleased boyfriend. He tried to reach for my bosom, but I pushed him back on the ground and started tearing down his trousers. Promptly I managed to lower his undies, and my prayer was answered. The sight of his manhood was simply outstanding. A pink helmet crowned his muscular flesh that curved slightly to the left. Already the helmet was glistening with a thin, shiny film of precum. My hand immediately grasped the wonderful organ and felt it wildly throbbing with vitality.

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I knew I had to taste the delicious morsel of flesh right then. Throwing inhibition to the wind I took it inside my mouth and then gobbled up its entire length. Anand was pleasantly surprised at my hunger. But I was in no mood to listen to him since he was not my boyfriend at that moment. It was I, who was in control. In the wet and warm sanctuary of my mouth, with my tongue lavishing every attention, his manhood grew hard and strong. My oral expertise drove him wild, and he came in a rush, drenching me with his creamy white delight. As if in a trance I slurped and swallowed every drop of his precious potion of love. After it was over, I asked him to stick his still pulsating manhood between my boobs, which were aching, for love.

There was no way he could say no. Pert and proud, with firm muscles, my boobs had already caught his eyes. I pressed the firm flesh of globes together, wrapping them around his cock. May be my lover found it too much. He started talking real dirty, saying things like Do you know that you drive me wild you wicked randi?

I was so turned on by what he was saying; I could never imagine that it was the very same man, my ever so decent boyfriend at the office. Before long Anand again let off a huge load all over me. He started rubbing it in all over my tummy and bosom, and licking it off my nipples. Like a man possessed he continued to maul my boobs with great fervour. My nipples grew sore by the constant friction with his mischievous tongue.

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Yet I craved for more, and held on to his head as he sought to devour my boobs one after the other. My entire being was overcome by the sole need to possess my lover, to become one with him in body and soul. He too must have felt the same way. He shifted his interest to my cave of love that was foaming with pussy juice. Guided by impulse, more than anything else, I beg him to enter me, to give me some tender loving care.

His slightly carved manhood, rigid in attention, smoothly entered me to receive a wet and warm welcome. A giant wave of pure joy engulfed me as his amazing organ filled my inside with pulsating excitement. For some moments we lay there, before Aashis initiated the first slow moves. At a leisurely pace he started to move his hips, his manhood travelling in and out of my mad and moist interior. I could not help respond to this dance of lust.

My hips, as if wit a life of own smashed against his, at regular intervals. He showered me with kisses on my lips, kneaded, nibbled and sucked my boobs even as the pace quickened. As our passion soared to greater heights, so did the rhythm. Excitement coursed through our bodies like currents of electricity, letting us make moves that were akin to animals. Even the sounds that emerged from out throats were obscenely wild. With groans and grunts the two of us expressed our darkest desires. Our bodies glistening with sweat continued their battle till both of us came, in an avalanche of ecstasy.

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By the time we finally lay motionless with exhaustion, it was getting dark. I told Anand that my father would be worried if his darling daughter was late. Always the considerate gentleman, he understood.Without further delay we were on the road back home. It was a long drive back to the city, and we spent our time kissing, touching and stroking each other to our hearts’ content. Anand opened the fly of my jeans and parting the crotch of my panties, inserted his middle finger deep inside my slippery love nest. I surrendered my quivering hole of heavenly bliss to his zealous exploration. I was filled with happiness. I looked fondly at my boyfriend, whose finger was busy working up a wild tempo.

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