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Pair, car sex,

Andy was frickin doing the most male thing apart from using his penis. He was detailing his car. It was a classic collector's sporty thing.

It was a real toss-up on this hot summer afternoon as to whether he loved his car more than he loved me!

He had his convertible out from his garage, pampering his baby and talk about his real baby being jealous.

It was ridiculous; he had some super expensive, brand-name leather conditioner revitaliser and was lovingly muscling into the plush fabric.

My boobs could do with a firm rubbing.

I will admit it was a nifty car, but that was only when he had the hood down, and we hit the countryside and got the picnic rug out, and he screwed my arse senseless by a picturesque creek.

I loved Andy under my hood.

God, I needed Andy to put some energy into me.

I was getting myself sexually worked up, watching my man build up a healthy sweat massaging leather.

He should be stroking my pussy.

I humped myself against the chassis through my thin, delicate summery dress.

Andy was leaning over the back seat, checking something on the rolled-back convertible hood. Talk about an obsessive eye for the smallest detail.

My smallest detail was fully aroused, my flimsy panties were moist, and my clit was swollen.

Well, I had my fingers under my dress. The gear under my hood needed attention. If only Andy would turn around; boy, would he get the idea of where his detailed attention should be.

Tongue on clit.

Oh, bugger this: I'm lying back in the driver's seat, my legs open and my panties pulled to the side.

Andy is missing all my best facets as my fingers work between my legs like changing a gear stick. Slow, cruise, then wham, accelerator fast.

My dress is down over my chest, draped across my waist, my tits free, no bra today; my nipples are hard and so, so tender.

"Mmm, Mmm. Oh, yeah —Mmm."

That's me, but now I have Andy's attention.

Yes, he's off the back seat and around to the driver's side door.

Yeah, he knows what he is expected to pamper and knead now.

"Yeah, that's right," I say. "Check out my details."

Everything under my hood was on display. My purry girly engine room was all revealed.

Sexual detail is ultimately defining. It was undoubtedly crucial to how Andy now spoiled my body.

His tongue hit my clitty hard and fast. His fingers in a pair were squelching fast out of my needy shaved pussy.

"Oh God! Yes —My, that's good —harder —faster; you car—obsessed prick."

He worked his fingers in tandem, really filling and spreading my love hole. It was special treatment. He didn't miss any erogenous spots.

Geez, I was ready to cum. 

Then, the prick backed off.

Oh! He was dropping his pants and boxers and lounging across the back seat.

His prick at full attention like he was expecting something.

He got something.

I climbed over into the back and worked his hardness in my mouth. I was taking head on all cylinders.

Fast and wild.

Andy had the boyish pecker happy moans and groans.

"Orrghh, yeah, baby, Orrghh, sweet baby!"

His pet was making him exceptionally randy — very quickly.

I straddled his waiting hard cock. It slid so easily into my moist slit. My, it felt great.

Really filling. Really hard.

I had one leg stretched to the floor and one bent on the seat. It gave me the leverage to hump and grind into my man's body, taking his cock on a sensational joyride.

I didn't give a hoot about making a mess because this was for me and my man. His car, his cock; but my passionate direction.

Then I navigated a sensational outcome for two, and we hadn't even left the carport.

I leant back; so he could see his cock moving in and out of my encapsulating, inviting pussy.

Yeah, Andy was looking and watching his cock piston into me.

Then locking his eyes onto mine as I stretched way back and tightened my cunny muscles, really gripping his cock.

The bastard could only groan; it was that good.

"Aaggh, raah, raah, aaggh," so gutteral deep like a grinding gear change.

But his eyes strayed back to all my best details.

It could have ended there.

I had the capacity to milk his near-exploding balls and let him cream my pussy like a slick grease and oil change.

However, I needed more, and Andy would go insane when I offered him my love-nest between my arse cheeks.

I was up, leaning over the back seat. I smelt the leather to start with, but wafting over it was the aroma of our hot sex together, which got even more searing as I spread my butt cheeks and invited Andy to dog me.

Andy knew I was over-excited. My pussy was relaxed and sodden, and we were making those viscous, gummy fuckie sounds together; as he pounded in and out of me.

The soused, sloppy, slushy — puck, puck, puck.

I frickin moaned and pleaded for the banging of my life:

"You bastard —you selfish car-orientated son of a bitch —use your prick —under a real hood —no comparison is there —your boot or my booty. A no fuckin brainer!"

Geez, was I riling my man.

Well, I had been fuckin ignored for a car.

"Oh, Christ —fuck you —God —you bugger. Yes —Yessss. Oh, Orrgh!"

I couldn't provoke Andy any more.

He'd had enough of my trash talk and started fingering my arse with one and then two fingers as his cock snugly worked deeper into my pussy.

He then hit my frickin personal spark plug and fired my body into a flushing orgasm.

Geez, did he squeeze and hit my clitty directly.

It was near unbearable but explosively divine. My body embraced a potent mind-blowing climax as fast as a drag car accelerating, high-octane pussy power.

Well, that got me over the line.

Still, Andy's cock needed finishing, and I gave him a head job to remember.

It was a frenzied effort designed to get a humongous amount of spunk out of my man.

God did Andy fire off, and he couldn't care less where his seed sprayed.

I did.

I was avoiding my mouth. I wanted a colossal mess, and Andy pleasurably, cock dominated, unthinkingly, delivered it.

My was my Andy exhausted.

His pipe was cleaned out.

However, he realised he had a cum covered soft top and the leather on the back seat to re-do.

I wasn't worried. Andy had finally got his priorities right on a hot summer afternoon with plenty of fleshy girly wiles aiding and abetting me.

"I'll get you a cool drink," I said as I headed indoors still half naked, "You'll need it when you re-do your car."

He gave me the male after-sex smile.

I could say anything now, and I did: I teased about his mussed car;

"Geez, you should treat your baby with more respect; what a mess."

However, Andy got me a good one: "Yeah, Angie, Babes, take a look at yourself in the mirror."

That's wild sex for you and cars, too; so much fun, but damn it, there is a lot to clean up after.