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from its hole. She opened the shirt a little more to give him an unfettered glimpse of more skin. When the last button had been freed she slid the translucent shirt off her shoulders, catching it on her elbows. She leaned forward and slowly let the shirt fall from her arms. She squeezed her tits together, testing the capacity of her bra. Her breathing had increased, either by design or with actual arousal—he wasn’t sure and really didn’t care. Each heave of her chest pushed her breasts up, allowing a small piece of her nipples to show. The creamy skin looked smooth and silky in the soft light from the street.
    Her hands reached up and pressed her breasts together, her deft fingers opened the front clasp of her bra and slowly released her hold on the material. In slow motion the silk revealed wonderfully full breasts that he wanted to touch. She would easily fill his hands but they were beautifully formed. Rose-colored nipples were puckered and tipped up slightly, begging for his lips or fingers. He chuckled when he noticed that each nipple had been pierced with a small golden hoop.
    “You can touch if you want, baby. You can’t break me.” She leaned toward him, offering him her breasts with a smile. She pulled lightly on the rings, tightening her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned.
    “No, you continue stripping. You can touch yourself, though. I like watching a woman pleasure herself.” His voice was rough with lust. He had dropped a hand to his cock and was absently stroking up and down his shaft as he watched her reveal her body.
    “Whatever you want, baby,” she whispered. She snaked her hands down her belly and around her hips. The light sound of a zipper opening let him know she was going to take that skirt off. She moved her thumbs to the sides and slowly rolled the material off her hips. She wiggled seductively as she pushed the skirt down to her knees. Her shaved pussy gleamed softly in the light.
    She slid her knees off the seat, leaning toward him. Her breasts swung closer to his face as she wiggled the skirt off her legs. He was mesmerized by the sway of her flesh. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing lightly, enjoying the weight in his palm. Her skin was warm and soft and filled his hand with a comfortable amount of flesh. She knelt on the seat again once she was free of her clothing. Naked, she was a vision. Soft, lightly tanned skin, unblemished and unmarked. He wanted to see it all.
    “Lie down and show me your pussy. I want to watch you touch yourself.” He growled his demand. He was lost to the moment. Nothing was going to stop him from getting every little wish, every little fantasy out of this endeavor.
    With sensual movements she swung her body around, flashing him a tantalizing view of her ass and plump cunt lips just before she lay on the bench seat. She hooked one leg over the back of the seat, opening her thighs. She moved the other leg as far as the dash would allow to fully open herself to him. One of her hands moved down her belly, trailing lightly over her skin to her pussy. She worked her middle finger between her folds and used her thumb to open herself even farther. Her other hand cupped her breast, twisting the nipple between her fingers.
    “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked. Her voice was thick. She threw her head back and moaned deep in her chest. “Is this what you wanted me to do?”
    Joe watched through half-closed eyes as she moved slick fingers along her folds. He still palmed his cock, stroking himself with slow slides up and down his shaft. He could wait a few more moments before having her ride him. He wanted to watch her come, wanted to watch her pleasure herself until her back arched and she clamped those cunt muscles in spasms hard enough for him to see.
    “Swirl your finger around your clit. Make it hard enough that I can see it standing out from its hood.” He stopped working his shaft and took a breath. Watching her do as he told her