Behind the Curtain: Erotic Beauty and Allure in dry humping in a car

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in dry humping in a car. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “dry humping in a car,” she sighs, “please dry humping in a car.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “dry humping in a car!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “dry humping in a car”.