Waiting in the parking lot wearing nothing but the blue lingerie set he bought me, more see-through lace than fabric, I sent him a text.
“I brought you lunch,” it read with a photo attached displaying my vulva in the crotchless window of cloth.
The mini-van door slides closed, and the car begins to rock fervently.
I leaned down and licked his nipple, then sucked hard on his neck—marking him—as my body rose and fell over and over again on his manhood.
“Oh gosh!” I gasped repeatedly as my climax drew near.
Without warning, the waves of my orgasm took control. My lips clung to his neck with each whimper until his fingers dug into my hips for leverage. Finally, his cock exploded inside of me and I clenched my pussy until he was completely spent.
With a kiss (and some tongue) he dressed and went back to work, as I laid in the back seat of our minivan—satisfied, sweaty, and (hopefully) inseminated.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sk2iyf/fm_getting_pregnant_in_a_parking_lot_during_lunch
Damn, mini-vans are so hot…