“Let me drive,” she insists, leaving no room for argument. I pull over.
Her breath hitches as I press against her. “Deal,” I whisper, my hands sliding up her thighs.
She leans closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Whatever you say, daddy.” Her voice is a purr, soft but loaded.
I press her forward, head first, into the car. My hands move quickly, tugging her pants down.
She gasps, arching back into me. I don’t wait, don’t hesitate. I push into her, the car creaking softly with each thrust. Her breath comes in sharp, ragged bursts as I take her.
