No, really. It really did.
I'd gotten off work surprisingly early, so I decided to go and see my lady. She had been sick, so I thought spending some time together would help her feel better. We talked, cuddled and watched Crimson Peak. Afterward, as she walked me out, I couldn't help myself but feel her up a bit. She laughed and pushed my hands away, but not for long. Standing out near my car, I soon had her moaning and rubbing the rock-hard bulge in my pants. She wore a black tank-top and pajama pants with no underwear of any kind.
Being outside in the cool air, completely exposed made it even hotter as I freed her delectable breasts from her shirt, suckling her nipples and rolling them in my fingers. A few moments later, I had my hand snaked down her pants. My index and ring fingers spread her dripping labia so as to allow my middle finger to trace circles on her clit.
She was tense, apprehensive of the passing cars and being so near the driveway light. My girl is amazing, but not nearly the exhibitionist I am.
In moments, I had her moaning and clutching at me, biting my neck as her hips squirmed between my body and the car. I fingered her clit faster, my other hand unashamedly groping her breast. My cock was throbbing in my pants as she rubbed vigorously.
"Are you gonna' cum for me, baby?" I bit her neck and asked again, growling. "Do you wanna' cum for me?"
"Soon," she gasped.
I felt her trembling increase to the point of no return, but the usual clench and moan never came. Instead, she shook violently; her hands spasmed, gripping me tightly as her mouth hung open, gasping. I kept rubbing her clit as she moaned.
"I think I just squirted..." She spoke softly, short of breath.
Her juices ran down her legs and my hand was drenched.