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ready to kiss me. “Yeah, I want more. How much, huh? How much does it cost to fuck you?”
    I ran my thumb over the tip of his penis and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Another two.”
    He took a step back then. His shirt was coming out of his pants, his hair disheveled, but he looked handsome in that parking lot. The night shadows cutting across his face. “Okay,” he whispered. He moved forward again and this time took my breasts in his hands with more force, reaching down and kissing them, sucking hard on one nipple and then the other. I let my head fall back so that I was staring straight up into the dark sky. My mouth fell open, my hands scraped against the brick wall searching for something to grasp. I let out a moan and then pulled his underwear down and stroked his penis faster and then faster still. He slid a finger inside me, then another. His breath was measured and quiet, but then he said something in Spanish and turned me around so that my back was to him. He licked my ear before bending me over, before running his soft nails down my back. He cupped my breasts and pressed his pelvis against my ass. I reached back and pulled at his thighs, then spread my legs apart to urge him inside. I heard him fumbling with something and realized he was putting on a condom. When it was on, he knelt down and spread my legs even further. He stared at my wet sex before licking it, kissing it, before pulling my butt cheeks apart and licking harder.
    â€œDo you want me inside of you?”
    I wiggled my ass in his face. “Yeah, Jorge. Yeah.”
    He stood and cupped my breasts, ran his tongue up my back and then placed his hands at my hips. He pushed his entire penis inside of me with one hard thrust. He gripped me tighter at the waist so he could pull my body into his, pushing his penis in and out with full force. My entire body was upside down, my hair falling over, my fingertips brushing against the
asphalt. All I could feel was his cock pushing deeper, faster, harder. And that was all I wanted to feel. I was moaning, in fact, moaning so loud he had to cover my mouth.
    He turned me around suddenly and in one motion picked me up high in the air, nudging my legs so that I knew to wrap them around his waist. When I did, he lifted me up onto his penis then pulled me down. I buried my face in his neck and let out a whimper as I felt him inside me again. The new position made his penis feel longer, thicker. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and shoulders as he lifted me up and brought me down, bringing my body again and again against his penis. I put my hand over my mouth when I felt myself coming and let out a muffled moan. But George didn’t stop. He kept going, lifting me up and down until he took my breasts in his mouth and sucked hard on my nipple. He swung me up again and our heads fell back at the same time. I felt his penis quiver inside me as he let my body fall against his one last time.
    We stood like that, me up in his arms, my head buried in his neck, breathing in unison like worn-out dancers afraid to pull apart. But then we heard Doris Ann’s voice coming from the edge of the parking lot. “Hey, Leah, are you back there? Something was telling me you might need my help.”
    Our bodies began to untwine, moving slowly as though we were finally remembering where we were, remembering that we were in a parking lot behind a bar, two people who hardly knew each other. George let me go and we both started straightening our clothes.
    Doris Ann spoke loudly this time. “Is that you back there? You okay?”
    â€œYeah, Doris Ann, I’m fine. I had to get some air.”
    George was shaking his head as he tucked in his shirt. “I wanted dinner, you know?” he said, half chuckling. “I thought you were beautiful and wanted to do something
nice.” A part of me wanted to suggest that we still could have dinner together, but he went for his wallet and