The leather seat beneath you is cool, grounding you as your pulse quickens, the car’s intimate interior amplifying every sensation.You’re lost in thought when you notice him—a scruffy older man, maybe in his late fifties, wearing a weathered jacket and a warm, unassuming smile. Gay sex The pink drawstring sways, a visual reminder of your naughty secret, and you feel a flush creeping up your cheeks.He nods, oblivious to your inner turmoil, and settles into easy, everyday conversation. The leather seat beneath you is cool, grounding you as your pulse quickens, the car’s intimate interior amplifying every sensation.You’re lost in thought when you notice him—a scruffy older man, maybe in his late fifties, wearing a weathered jacket and a warm, unassuming smile. “Good spot to just sit and watch the world go by.”You bite your lip, a rush of shyness tinged with excitement washing over you. Close to the shops, good place to park. You’re seated in the driver’s seat, the door closed, the window rolled all the way down, letting a crisp autumn breeze tease your flushed skin. Your right hand speeds up, slick with precum, the sweatpants shifting slightly with each movement, the pink boxers bunched to the side beneath.
