Hey, this is Dev. It was a story about me and my ex-girlfriend. We were mostly in a long-distance relationship, meeting each other every few months - around 3 to 4 months apart. This time, we were incredibly excited to reunite and had made extensive plans for our time together. Our sexlife was fantastic; we’d build up our desires over those 2 or 3 months apart, and when we finally came together, it was like filming our own porn movie. I have enough crazy stories from each of our fuck sessions to write an entire erotic novel. But I continued with this one; my ex-girlfriend finds it incredibly arousing.Whenever I recount these stories to her, she becomes soaking wet with desire. She’s always been a shy girl, but secretly craves the thrill of sexual intimacy in public. Though she never voiced it directly, she’d occasionally drop hints during our conversations.

We had planned a dinner date night at a fancy restaurant. She wore a stunning black one-piece dress that made her look utterly fuckable.I wanted to ravish her right then and there in the hotel room, but I restrained myself ... for now. As we climbed into the cab, I leaned in close and whispered exactly what I intended to do to her that night, rolling. Her face flushed a deep crimson as she struggled to maintain her composure. I could see the fear and excitement warring in her eyes - it was fucking delicious. She begged me to behave, reminding me that there would be other people around. I just smirked and slid my hand up her thigh, pushing the fabric of her dress aside until my fingers met the warm, damp heat between her legs. She gasped softly, her hips twitching involuntarily as I teased her through the thin lace of her panties.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I touched her, but she quickly snapped them shut when the cab driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror. Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping before she could stifle it. The desire to bite down was written all over her face.