moritat | there is always another au

"Well shit, that was too easy!" He laughs as he comes up for air. That oral fixation still needs an outlet though, so her ears are harrassed by his teeth instead.

Hyde, his bulk, his stink and rock-hard dick should be enough to contend with on top of her, but Paloma has to put up with being chewed up again too? She groans and tosses weakly away, unable to lean very far off the seat.

"Don't make fun of me after that," she slurs. Her legs have a shiver.

"I'm not making fun!" He thinks it's nice okay. But it's true he's hard as a rock now, so he's much more concerned with fumbling around in the dark and awkward positioning to find frankly anywhere to stick it in. A glance over his shoulder brings a bigger grin to his lips. "They're watching..."

The tip prodding her asshole sobers Paloma a bit-- scarcely enough to hiss and bump away, freezing at his other revelation.

"Watching?" she repeats, quavering. Time to hide. The leather seat makes for as good a place to lay her head down as any, sweat-sticking and exposed but for his body. Guilty, warm interest wells up in her belly. "Do they like it? Are they recording-?"

"I don't think they can see much, just our backs, so it's probably not worth taping...but if we turned around it'd be quite the show." Then they could see her tits, wouldn't that be nice? He takes one in hand to show what he means.

He gives no recourse but to seriously examine how far she'll ask him to go, affording Paloma a long look at herself. Does she like it? Strangers leering, objectifying, fantasizing while she enjoys the real benefits?

She gets hotter thinking of them thinking of her. There's her answer.

Her back shudders. "Hide my face..."

That answer isn't the one he was expecting, he thought even the idea would offend her. But it's far from disappointing. He pulls his shirt up over his head to offer her, "Does that work?" and works on carefully shifting them around without twisting any limbs in painful ways.

You thought she was pure but it was her, Paloma!!

They end just as he'd lewdly suggested: pressed against the glass, breasts in view and flattened to the window for the quiet smokers to admire. She's adjusted the picture to include the pseudo-mask Hyde's reeking shirt makes tied over her eyes and nose. Her mouth is free.

Shame scorches her nerve endings and quickens her already harsh breathing.

"What are they doing?"

"Seems like they're wondering if we turned around because of them - a couple are just staring and the other one looks like he's trying to pretend he doesn't see!" He laughs, making sure to slam into her so she in turn thumps against the glass. No one can pretend not to hear or see now.

All's well until the rude entry. Paloma yells, forehead smarting.

Not for lack of wetness to let him glide into her. The damp heat of her cunt constricts around and envelops his cock, taking him whether or not it was prepared to all at once. She whimpers against the glass.

"Fuck shit! Edward." Her body remains rigidly still aside from her thighs' tremor. A hand flails jerkily toward him in an attempted swat. "Ass! Hole!"

"Just thought I'd get you that attention you want!" Even the swatting doesn't seem to bother him, it's all good fun. But, "I'll be nice," he says, kissing her neck.

Nice includes trying to make eye contact with one of the smokers who's finished his cigarette, but still lingers. Whether because of his friends or them, who knows.

There he goes, making more fun! Very cruel of him to do when she's altogether run out of options.

Her pussy definitely squeezes and puts the lie to the complaints. "You say it like I convinced you," The tenderness of one kiss eases her hackles lower, predictably, shamefully. Almost ready to move on his prick, she thinks...

"I just freaking came," hypersensitivity, "it's too much!"'Breath fogs the glass.

"And now you get to come again!" He's not oblivious to her problem, but he doesn't see why it's a complaint. To him hypersensitivity sounds even better!

"Hey, can you see through your blindfold there? Can you watch them too?"

Hyde cheerfully, boastfully offers a second climax implicitly as good as the first. No hesitation, no apology or remorse for the weakness slowing her recovery more than normal. She could kiss or kill him.

Paloma sags against the car door instead of doing either of those, mouthing a tiny 'oh' for every slight shift of him inside and over her. "Y-yes... a little. Dark shapes and the light by the alley!" So she sees their bodies turned to witness this, voyeuristically or otherwise. Her nipples stiffen to hard peaks and ache more for picturing them rubbing her tits while Hyde gets her off.

But how could she say that?

Sure she can say it, he couldn't possibly judge her, it would be great! "Good, so you can tell they're looking this way at least." A nasty idea crosses his mind, "do you think they can see this?" Smearing his wet, sticking fingers against the window just feels right. Raunchy and disgusting and further proof of how much she's enjoying herself.

"Oh! You...?"

Takes a second to process. Paloma detects movement, and guesses it must be his hand by elimination. The sound tells her what he's done and her breath explodes out of her chest, blindfolded head dropping. The burn in her cunt sweetens inexorably. "Oh God. Yes. Yes."

And her ass sways, sliding herself back and forth on him, just a little.

"Yeah?" She should be able to hear the grin in his voice. "Are you gonna be able to sit still at the dinner table?"

If that's a hint that she wants more, then he's glad to oblige and fuck her right into the door.

Some nerve to ask her something so embarrassing and then screw the words out of her mouth.

Up goes Paloma's head, neck arching in line with her back to voice full and throaty pleasure; the noises filter through the window, and despite the blindfold she sees movement that could be a man cupping himself. "U-uhhm! Mm! Ed... !" He might get bright ideas if she keeps calling out for God, and so by God does she try not to.

She feels her ass ripple after every thrust pitching her forward, making her fret over how he sees her now, of all times. late in the game, with her tits bare and sweating on cold glass. Her hand creeps up to caress, tug, mash into one breast. The shape of a man drifts nearer.

"Oh." A visitor huh? What's she think about that? Good, bad? Exciting as long as he keeps his distance? If she's not into it, he'll go flying out there, dick still hard and wet, to fight. He slows tentatively, to better pay attention to her reaction.

She might like it in part due to the barrier between her and the stranger on the other side of this door. Groping around to ensure it's locked, not registering right away that Hyde has relaxed his attack, she can see the other distant shapes shuffle out of view. Back into the pub?

Not the man outside the car. This close she can tell he's stroking himself, dick out. It's shorter but stout, so thick it wouldn't fit inside Paloma without hurting. He raises it so the fat tip is aimed over her panting mouth.

And she licks the glass without thinking twice, moaning.

"Holy shit-" yep yep YEP that's what he's talking about. It's far more than he expected from her, and hot as hell, how could he not grab two fistfulls of ass and ram into her. Watching her mime sucking some dude off might even be better than if it really eere happening. "He can pretend, but you're all mine."

Putting her tongue on any questionably clean part of his car was worth it to feel Hyde's cock sheath itself to the hilt, sending her tits flat into the window again. She squeals.

The man outside seems to jerk himself faster after that little unplanned display. No more licking for him-- her cheek turns and he has to be content with the side of her face as Paloma rolls delirious eyes to the man actually permitted to touch and fuck her. "I know, I don' wannim, just you."

If he isn't getting the message: "Holy God your stupid cock."

"I'll show you stupid..." Don't say it's stupid if you love it, ho. Her neck's been safe for too long, and being the easiest place to get at, is subjected to sucking and biting all over again. The closer he gets to coming, the worse the attack. A hand slams against the window to help support them the wilder and weaker his hips get.

He showed her stupid. Fucked her well and truly dumb, even. Her whimpering quickens and dissolves into cries no more coherent than the wordless pleading from before.

She's close to coming even before he starts to flag and threatens to himself. All it takes to tip over is a clumsy finger frantically rubbing her clit while he's... busy with other parts. Her pussy gets Hyde in a proper death grip, then, and mister fat cock outside strokes off as fast as he's able.

It's a damn good thing for her that he doesn't need to pull out, because the way she clamps down on him makes it Damn near impossible.

He fucking loves how nasty she is, getting off on this, letting some dude watch and jack off right in front of her. Except he has to bang on the window and shout at their visitor, "Not on the car, dude!"

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