She parted her legs a little to hold her skirt up around her waist and leaned forward to run her hands down his strongly muscled back which meant shov...ing her uncovered pussy at his face. “You can touch me you know.” She said. The guys hand came straight out and cupped her bushy pussy, slipping a finger inside her pussy. “Fucking hell” he said, “you’re soaking wet up there.” “What did you expect”, she replied, “I’ve been working hard with guys all day and none of them have fucked me. I need some. .massive 8 inch cock that ended into a nice mushroom head with a pronounced split on the bottom of it. I could feel the fat part of the head as it contracted to slide down my throat, then expand as it pulled out onto my tongue. He pulled back his hand and allowed me to take over the deep throating pleasure I was providing him. As I slowed to catch my breath he would lunge forward to keep me from getting any rest. My mouth muscles ached, but I couldn't stop. Finally he backed out of my mouth. "Erm, is it your car, erm, Lauren,"Lauren nodded pursing her lips and looked tense. "Yes, it is. You scratched it and I need you to pay for the repair."Mrs Brown swallowed hard. She thought Lauren quite abrupt but was used to that from her teaching days whenever she dealt with girls she was about to punish who felt they were wrongly accused and were argumentative. At least they were until they took their knickers off. Anyway, Mrs Brown knew that she was on the back foot here and so simply. ." And then I will drag your drunk ass back to the hotel and wear you out," I giggled. "Matter of fact, this whole line of conversation's making me extremely horny. Get to the house. No clothes. You. Me. Screaming may be involved."That's part of the new Jessica, you know. WANTS it. Not 'puts up with it' or 'goes along for the ride' or 'whatever'. WANTS this guy behind the steering wheel. I honestly don't know how it works for others. I took a couple of psychology classes on my way to my degree.