She didn’t see him. The backseat guy with his phone out, fingers twitching as he zooms in on her thick thighs squeezing around the driver’s cock. Blonde hair messy from leaning over to kiss him, lips parted like she’s about to say something dirty but doesn’t—just moans instead. The car rocks with every thrust, her tits bouncing against his chest as she grinds down slow at first, then faster when he pins her hips and starts pounding up into that wet pussy from below. Backseat boy shifts position for a better angle—his own cock already leaking through jeans—and wonders if they’ll notice before it’s too late.
