“Ah shit, yeah!”
Elijah’s muscular arms outstretched from one side of the backseat to the other while he thrust upwards, jackhammering his dick inside me. My nails clawed into the inked illustrations etched across his chest
“Mmm. Mmm. Ahh, fuck!”
Elijah kept up the pace while strumming my clit with his thumb. “That’s it, Isa. Come on; I want you to squirt all over this dick.”
I clung to his broad shoulders. “Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Play with my clit, Elijah! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!”
He smacked my ass while staring into my eyes. “Turn that ass over. I’m about to beat the fuck outta that pussy, respectfully.”
I got on all fours in the backseat and allowed him to fuck the shit out of me from behind while I clawed against the seat fabric. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He had one hand plastered to my sunroof and the other resting on my back, gently guiding me back against him.
“Mmm. Mmm. Oh shit! Yes!” I squealed as he smacked my ass. “Mmm. Smack that shit again!”
He growled. “You like it when I smack that shit?”
“Mmhm, yeah. Beat this shit up,” I panted as he drilled into me.
Elijah carved his thumbs into my spine, fucking me harder and deeper until he neared his climax.
“Mmm shit. I’m about to nut.”
I threw it back harder, ready for him to baptize me in that shit. Whatever way it was coming, I was prepared for it.
After a few more pumps, he moaned out, “Ohhhh shit,” before pulling out and releasing his warm seed down my ass and the back of my thighs.