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I picked you up over off of Campbellton Road one morning. You came out of the house with a gray dress on. Upon entering my car and getting comfortable, you immediately lifted that dress up to your chin and exposed your ass, breasts and pussy to me. I was awestruck. You reached over and began fondling my dick through my black Levi jeans. I soaked my finger and began to rub your clit. I stuck my finger in your pussy hole, and you were drenched, so much so that I said, “Damn, you weren’t playing!”
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You had communicated to me via text how horny you were and needed desperately to get your ass eaten and your pussy fucked. So, here I was now taunting you in my car on the way to my house. Georgia State Route 166 was quickly approaching us, but you failed to pull your dress down even after we came into vehicles on both sides of us. Hell, I didn’t release my grip on your naked pussy. My finger was still buried in that wet box. You were unaware of your surroundings. You moaned and began undulating your pussy and ass on my seat. Your under regions were still sprouting a river of secretions. We continued our sexual activity even after jumping on the expressway approaching downtown. By now, I was anxious to get to my place in Forest Park. Even though my arms grew weary from reaching across the armrest, I continued to manipulate your pussy with my finger. And the only time I urged you to pull your dress down was when we approached my residence at the top of Highway 85.