It's not that unusual for a vehicle to be parked along the two-lane drive just inside the park late at night. But it is unusual for the vehicle to be a gleaming Sunburst Gold Bentley Flying Spur. And it is unusual, while stationary, for the suspension of such an exotic automobile to subtly succumb to the exaggerated movements of its occupants. If passers-by were particularly observant on a particular night, they would have noticed the frame leaning slightly toward the driver's side before returning precisely upright, time and time again, noticeably increasing in depth and pace.
The occupants were young, handsome, clean-cut Rafael, and attractive, vivacious blonde Teresa, who was perhaps five years older than he. And those exaggerated movements were heavy forward thrusts, Rafael giving her a proper shafting from behind as she gripped the back of the seat and the armrest on the door. She was pushing against her hand holds, jamming her hips and arse backward into him, intent on maximising the penetration.
“Oh! Yes. Fuck. Me! Oh!” Teresa grunted out sharply, one word per thrust, her head bouncing into the soft hide of the headrest as Rafael's lunges increased in strength and tempo.
“Uh, fuck! Harder?” he growled. “Like. This!?” Gripping a shoulder with one hand and a hip with the other, he ploughed vigorously as she squealed her affirmative reply. With full, powerful insertions, his hips bumped her body forward, his balls smacking against her vulva two or three times per second.
Rafael couldn't keep up the awkward position for long, huffing and puffing while he withdrew his bobbing pecker from Teresa's dilated cunt.
“You didn't fucking cum, did you?” she looked concerned, snapping her head back toward him while clamping her hand over her pussy, which was hot and slippery, but not dripping.
“Fuck no! Just had to stop.”
“Well, maybe one of the other valets has better stamina,” she pouted teasingly. “Gregory works the morning shift.”
“Fuck you!” His glistening cock bobbed at her as she turned over in the seat.
“Yeah, I would, but...” she grabbed his dick, making him flinch. “You stopped.”
“It's not stamina. I could go all night. I'll show you sometime. For a fancy car, this shit sure isn't comfortable. Who the fuck puts a centre console between the back seats?”
One leg over the console, he planted the other knee on her seat and leaned into her while she guided his cock back into her needy hole. With her propped halfway against the door and her leg draped over his, with her raising her hips to take him in to the hilt, they fucked for a minute until he had to stop again, slumping back into the other seat.
She climbed across the console and straddled his naked body with hers. “Don’t need to stretch across. A single seat is wide enough for two.” Impaling herself on his raging cock, she started rocking, arms locked behind his neck. She opened her mouth over his, sucking on his tongue when he presented it to her, massaging her eager vagina up and down his length.
“Thanks for taking me for another ride,” she said as their mouths came apart, reaching back to pick up his cap from the pile of clothes and perching it on her head. Thrusting her crotch into him harder to stimulate her clit, she saw the pained look starting to come across his face. “You could go all night, huh? I say we try it.” She forced exaggerated grunts while planting her palms flat up into the head liner above, her taut breasts wobbling near his cheeks as she rose and sank on his solid shaft.
“Uh, mmmmm.” He was getting close. “Fuck, I have to be back in a minute.” He pumped furiously, grabbing one of Teresa's tits and trying to suck the other. “No fucking way can I be away too long.”
“We'll have to test the stamina thing another time?” Nose to nose, she held his eyes in her stare. “You gonna fucking cum now,” she teased, “aren’tcha?” She opened her mouth and wiggled her wet tongue into his cheek and neck, her breath hot and noisy in his ear.
“Uh, yeah, uuhhh!” He pushed her off, his glistening cock springing up and slapping his stomach. He grabbed the nearby towel and wrapped it around his pecker, starting to spew.
“I want to see!” Teresa laughed. He peeled back the towel, showing her the big mess of creamy spunk surrounding the head. She dipped her finger in it while his slit continued to leak. “And here I thought you blokes carried around those towels to wipe down the cars after you touched them. Me and the other girls are gonna have a laugh every time we see those cum rags hanging off your belts from now on.”
Teresa found her bra, clasped it around her torso, and fed her arms through the straps. There was no practical reason she should be wearing something so lacy and that pushed her tits up so high, but Rafael wasn’t complaining. As she tucked her erect nipples into the demi cups, he reached over to run his fingers between her legs, feeling the damp trimmed hairs and slick slit.