Lesbian Triangles #32

She moved against him in the back seat, her dress already hiked to her waist. His fingers pushed aside her underwear, finding her wet and ready. She moaned when he slid two fingers inside her, the sound sharp and unguarded. Her hand found his cock through his pants and squeezed until he gasped against her neck. He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing slow circles while she rocked on his hand. A truck passed them on the highway and they paid it no mind. She unzipped him, pulled his cock free, and climbed over his lap without ceremony. He held her hips steady as she sank down, taking every inch until she was seated fully against him. They fucked like that, her hands braced on the roof, his mouth at her breast through the thin fabric, her breath coming quick and ragged while the car hummed beneath them.