Jerking Off in the Car Just Because He Couldn't Fuck Me This Week

Her scent filled his senses as he sat in the car, remembering the heat of their bodies together. His hands trembled with anticipation as he touched himself, thinking of her soft skin beneath his fingertips. With each stroke, his need for her grew stronger. His breathing became ragged, and his heart pounded in his chest. He imagined her moaning his name, begging for more. It had been too long since they'd been together, and the ache inside him was unbearable. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the pleasure he was creating, but all he could see was her. Her luscious lips, her tousled hair, and her soft curves. He needed to be inside her again, to feel her wet walls gripping him tight. He could picture the look in her eyes as they locked together in passionate abandon. His orgasm built up quickly, and he arched his back and let out a primal moan, filling her with his warm, liquid center of ecstasy.