Mass Driver

Ashley got into the stretch limo. Gerard was there waiting for her, in the front seat. He was her driver. On Sundays, it was his job to drive her to Mass, but they rarely made it. Instead, now that she was eighteen, a legal and luscious adult, he would drive her to a back corner of the estate. Gerard would get into the back seat with her, reach up under whatever expensive dress she was wearing, and pull off her panties. Sometimes, when she was particularly horny, she wouldn't bother wearing any.

Usually she liked watching him take her panties off, so she would wear them as a rule. She liked seeing the man's strong arms moving up between her legs, up under her dress. She liked watching his face fill with hunger as his fist grabbed the gusset, or when his fingers wrapped around the sides of the waistband. She relished his expression of abandon when he pulled or ripped those panties off of her, leaving her naked under her dress.

Next, Gerard would grab the backs of her legs, under her knees. He would pull her forward to the edge of the seat, lifting her legs up in the air. Then he'd grab her by the wrists, pinning her arms to the seat, and he'd plant his face in the valley between her thighs. Then he would lick.

He didn't need to pin her arms or anything. She was the one who had seduced him the first time,...