Virgin In My Car : Sinful MILFs 3 (Breeding Erotica Virgin Erotica MILF Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Sinful MILFs, #3

By Tori Westwood

I'm visiting relatives out of state and I've picked up a hitcher, but the traffic is making it impossible.  We wind up having to sleep in the back of the van, but I really struggle to sleep with clothes on.  After some frustrated minutes I finally relent and undress, much to hitch-hiker Daniel’s fear.  With us both so close to each other I start to get ideas and soon Daniel’s stiffness is more than apparent.  I can’t wait to tackle that big thing of his and take it inside me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: May 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386635451

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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I want it, I said.

I want it too, he said, and kissed me as though he’d been starved of sex for months.

My hand wandered back down and this time I went straight for him, wrapping my fingers around his girth and listening to him exhale as I gripped it.

I pulled it close to me and marveled at how thick it felt in my hand.  Daniel was a good size—a very good size—and in no time at all I was imagining how he’d feel inside my mature pussy.

I could feel myself becoming wet as jerked slowly up and down his big cock with a downturned hand, tugging him towards me as though he were a length of rope and feeling the bursting veins pump life into his huge dick.

Touch me, Daniel, I said, gasping off him briefly.  Touch me down there.

Daniel wandered his hands down my body, dancing over my nipples and sliding his way down towards my aching groove with shuddering, nervous movements.

I felt him at my hair and soon he was pushing further down.  I felt him slip inside the wetness of my groove and tickle my clit, moving down further until he was poking a little inside my sticky honey-pot.

That’s right, Daniel, I cried.  I want you so bad.

He pulled off me quickly and withdrew his hand and I feared the occasion may have got to him.  Maybe he’d decided to do the sensible thing and drop it here.

I—I can’t, he said and I deflated a little.

"You can, Daniel, I said.  I want you too."

It’s not that, Mrs. Shaw, he said, and seemed shy all of a sudden.

What is it? I asked, caressing him as my lust continued to burn.

I’ve—I’m ...

What is it, Daniel?

I’m ... a virgin, he said and the word made me swell with delight.

I tried to hide my excitement.

That’s okay, I said, holding his face and kissing him.  I'll show you how.

I’m nervous.

There’s no need to be, honey, I