Steamy Windows: Handjob in Motion

The rain pours down, drumming on the roof of the car as she leans over, her hair falling in a curtain around them. She's a master of her craft, her hand moving with a rhythm that's almost hypnotic. He's hard as steel, his cock throbbing in her grip as she works him, her thumb rubbing circles over the head, eliciting a low growl from him. The car's windows fog up, reflecting their entwined forms as they lose themselves in the moment, the world outside fading away to nothing but the sensation of her hand on his cock.

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