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If I hadn't needed to pay attention to driving I would have just sat and stared at her perfect body. As it was I could only pay partial attention, and it served only to tease and excite me more. I doubted whether she was completely asleep, or whether she had moved the towel intentionally to tease me. A half hour later she shifted again, and this time the towel slid up her legs a bit exposing most of her thighs. I was completely distracted the rest of the drive home, and I was sad that I had to pay so much attention to the road because of the unrelenting rain. I pulled into the parking lot of the complex where she lived at seven in the morning, it was still dark and the rain was still heavy. Going to the far, back corner of the complex I parked well away from the buildings where anyone might be awake or active, thankfully though college dorms are quiet at 7 am on Sundays. When the car stopped Lacy woke up, she had this dreamy look in her eyes, and a small smile. She sat. Then she switched to the other while gently stroking my shaft. I looked down at her. She was looking up at me, her eyes smiling at the effect she was having on me. I noticed that her blouse was open and I could see down the open space. She had on a bra that matched her panties.She was bigger than I had expected, her full breasts swaying inside her blouse, as she switched to my crown, sucking and swirling her tongue. She began humming. "Oh God! Oh my fucking God!" I groaned lifting my hips from the table, trying to feed her more of me.Pulling off for a moment, she noticed the view down her blouse, "Wanna cum on my tits? Or do you want to cum in my mouth?" Without waiting for an answer, she enveloped my cock again and continued to hum.The vibrations churned my balls as I grunted, "Mouth... please." She reached for my left hand and pulled it to her breast. The warm, soft globe felt heavenly as I slipped it inside her bra. Her nipple was hard against my palm as I gently squeezed. "Oh.
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