Bo had been living in Wyoming for quite a while. As a kid, he'd tantalise his bike around the neighborhood, dreaming of the day when he'd finally make his driver's licence and could climb up in his beautiful new Mercedes-Benz S550. It didn't even have to be new. As long as it was that car and as long as it was his, that's all that would matter. It took a few years, but today was the day he got to realize his dream.

"It's all yours,"the car salesman smiled as he flipped him the keystone. Leaning into the window the salesman watched Bo grinning in the number one wood's seat, fix to roll off the lot, straight over to the one soul with whom he wanted to share the realization of his dream : Arielle.

"You're not going to believe it,"Bo practically yelled into his phone."It's exactly the car I wanted, down to the colors, options - everything !"Arielle knew how much he'd wanted that car. She was genuinely glad for him."Bring it on over,"she laughed,"and let's pause it in !"

They agreed he'd drive right over to her household, in lacewood. Bo was thinking about his new car's high functioning, but back at her place, Arielle was preparing for a execution of her own. Knowing how a good deal Bo went looney over her naturally fleshly ass, she decided to wear her sexy Shirt. Then she brushed out her shiny dark brown hair and touched up her twinkle Pomaderris apetala eye and full, kissable lips. All that was left was to piddle sure the drinks were set for their first celebration.

"I hope he's wearing his necklace,"Arielle thought to herself. She was crazy about Bo, often spending hr fantasizing about his incredible ass and his oceanic abyss, penetrating hazelnut tree eye. She laughed to herself."This is one ride he's never going to blank out !"

It wasn't too long before Bo pulled the car into Arielle's driveway. Sparkling in the sunshine, it really was gorgeous - everything Bo had worked and hoped for. Arielle bounded out to greet him with a tray of Cîroc Amaretto.

"What are these for ?"asked Bo."We're celebrating,"chirped Arielle."If I'd just bought the car of my aspiration, we'd be drinking to celebrate ! Here, have one ! praise !"

"If we drink these, I can't drive for a while, you know,"warned Bo. Arielle thought about it. Then her beautiful Pomaderris apetala centre brightened with her implike grin."Well, we can sit in it and celebrate ! That will be the kickoff part of the party. And later, we'll celebrate with a test crusade !"

It seemed to arrive at sense, so they both jumped into the front rump of the car. It was warm and tea cosy. The seats hugged them while the speech sound system softly played Bo's best-loved music.

"Here's your deglutition,"said Arielle as she slowly handed him his drink."And here's mine."Then she placed the tray in the back seat, out the way."To your dream come true, your new car. extolment, baby, you deserve the very best."They clinked their glasses and began sipping.

Bo noticed that the drinks were pretty potent. Maybe it was all the fervour, but he was beginning to feel a little buzzed."Wow, baby, you really made these inviolable. I don't know if we'll be able to lead a ride any time soon."Arielle just smiled. She was feeling every bit of the Buzz, too - and she was loving every bit of it."Well,"she whispered as she leaned over to kiss him on the neck opening,"Maybe we could better it in compensate here…with a little ride of our own."

Her hand dropped into Bo's lap, working her way inside his bloomers, immediately grasping his cock with a firm yet tender compass. Squeezing a little harder, she could see him sigh with unexpected delight. She moved her brim along his cervix until they were squarely on his mouth. piffling buss at first. Then she began licking his brim with her glossa. All the while, she kept squeezing his cock, grabbing his balls, making him wild - and incredibly hard.

Bo was barely able to keep himself together as he reached his left paw down to the switch that reclined his seat all the way down. He slid his right hand mitt down the small of Arielle's back, where he could palpate the moist warmth of her ass crack. As their natural language intertwined, he reached further, his fingers bathed in the juice that were flowing freely from Arielle ‘ s pussy.

Arielle felt his fingers probing inside her, causing her pelvic girdle to lead off gently writhing. Bo's fingers were wet and slippery, finding their way from her pussy to the rim of her asshole, tickling it gently in delicate, minuscule circles.

The customs duty tinted windows on his car were beginning to steam up. Neither one could see extraneous, but neither one cared. The only affair on each one's creative thinker was getting Bo's cock into Arielle's cunt - rightfulness now. Bo tore off her Shirt, took one hanker look at her ass and tossed her panties in the back seat. Arielle, who practically worshipped Bo's back, off his necklace to keep it from breaking.

She climbed over the console and straddled his huge, hard cock. Inserting it slowly at inaugural, she let out a small, breathless sigh. She began to slide down his turgid, pulsating peter, moaning as each column inch made its way deeper into her soaking wet kitty.

Bo could feel the end of his cock deep inside Arielle. She had taken him in and now was beginning to grind up against him, rhythmically pumping as her respiration got heavier and heavier. Within moments, Bo's chest was heaving, his articulatio coxae bucking to advertise even farther into her. He pushed his expression into her balmy, ardent boob, kissing and sucking them as hard as he could.

The two of them were now in thoroughgoing rhythm, gazing into each other's heart as the air around them grew hotter and steamier. Faster. Harder. She could feel his prick's head inside her, getting larger and heavy, set up to exhaust all that he had for her.

And then it happened. Arielle felt the explosion of warmth as Bo flooded her pussy with an sempiternal cloudburst of his hot, steaming cum. Bo kept thrusting into her, plunging deeply and pulling back, sending streams of his lovemaking succus spilling out of her pussycat, dripping down his thighs. Arielle slowed her rocking into a slither against his slippery, soaking thighs.

Then they were still. After a instant, Arielle looked glowingly into Bo's sweet, brown eyes.

"That,"she purred,"is one sweetness drive. ”