Free Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) by Kai Andersen

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pleasure -- so thick and long.” She hiked up her skirt, reached inside her
panties and smeared her hand generously with her moisture. “I bet you’re at
least seven inches.”
    The car jerked to a stop. The seatbelt saved her from being
thrown against the windshield.
    His cock bobbed violently in her direction. Looking up, she
saw him watching avidly. His mouth formed a soundless “eight.”
    She reached, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him down
to meet her lips. She engaged him in a passionate kiss. His mouth opened
underneath hers, kissing, sucking in an urgent, desperate way. She wrapped her
moist hand around his iron-hard cock, rubbing briskly.
    Loud toots pierced her ear, despite the closed windows. Angry
voices reached them. Someone rapped on her window pane. Adrienne broke off the
kiss and turned toward the sound. The obese man was saying something and
gesturing violently toward the empty stretch of road in front of them. His eyes
traveled from her hiked-up skirt, to Jack’s lap, where he had an unobstructed
view of her hand, still wrapped tightly around Jake’s cock. The irate man’s
eyes widened.
    Jake cursed, and in a flurry of movement, he drove the car
away from the surprised man.
    Adrienne laughed softly. “I bet he’s wishing he was in your
shoes.”
    His cock throbbed in her hand. Veins decorated its length,
topped by a pearly mushroom head. A drop of pre-cum glistened from the slit,
making her cream gush out even more. She was thoroughly wet. “Hmmm ... I’m
hungry for you, Jake.”
    Her head dipped, bumping against the steering wheel. Above
her, she heard Jake’s feverish mutterings, “Damn ... gotta find some place
to park.” Her mouth closed over his cock, tasting his cum, tasting herself on
his dick.
    The car jerked, swerving a few inches from side to side.
Alarmed horns blared.
    She moaned. “Mmmmm.” She was very hungry; she wanted
her orgasm. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock. She stroked him with one
hand, following the movement of her mouth. She pushed aside her panties with
her other hand and dipped two fingers into her pussy, thrusting and plunging.
    “Mmmmm mmmmm.”
    The car screeched to a halt.
    She gave barely a thought to where Jack had parked them; her
world was narrowed to his cock and her pussy, and the eventual satisfaction to
be derived.
    He shifted. His cock thrust into her mouth, almost gagging
her.
    She adjusted her position, and heard him sigh. Tightening her
lips, she gripped him tighter, sucking him harder, deeper. He rewarded her efforts
with a low, excited moan.
    His fingers plowed into her hair, holding her head steady as
he coordinated her movements. He reached his other hand between her legs and
sought out her clitoris. Using light, feathery strokes, he circled the tight
bud, heightening her excitement and sending her blood boiling.
    She sucked harder. She slid her hand lower, cupping his
balls.
    His fingers plucked her clitoris, pulling it.
    She bucked.
    His palm pressed down.
    She arched, grinding her crotch against the heel of his hand.
Her teeth lightly grazed his cock.
    He shouted and thrust in a frenzied rhythm into her mouth. A
jet load of cum hit her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some
dribbled down to land on his lap.
    His fingers delved into her folds and rubbed against her
clitoris with fast, insistent strokes. The tension built, tightened and
climaxed. She shook and writhed against his frenziedly massaging finger. She
felt her pussy close around her fingers and savored the sweet release.
     
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    Jake locked the car door and turned, swinging an arm around
Adrienne’s shoulders. He yawned. “Whew! What a day; I’m so tired. Let’s get to
your place, snuggle a bit and then sleep.”
    His voice came out hushed in the dark, quiet night. Few cars
passed by on the street and most people were already indoors and asleep. Jake
had parked his car a few blocks down from her apartment building, since