Chapter 3: Car Heat and Homeward Bound

Jake’s hand burned a brand into Elena’s lower back as they walked out of the restaurant into the cool night air. He guided her toward the dark parking lot.

Her pussy dripped, juices coating her inner thighs from his under-table fingering. She was electrified.

The red dress rippled over her flushed olive skin, breasts heaving in the thin material. Hard peaks rose, nipples begging for more.

At thirty-eight, she was a hot Latina MILF, flushed and wild. Hazel eyes dilated with raw lust, hair unkempt from where his fingers had raked her scalp and pulled her close.

She was still in shock—it was Alex’s friend. But craving overran everything. His fingers lingered in memory, stretching her cunt, curling to make her see stars.

She could never stop now. She needed his cock in her mouth, his fingers everywhere. Fuck the risk—the taboo made her clit more sensitive.

The asphalt burned under flickering streetlamps. Distant traffic hummed, heightening the sense of public exposure that chilled her spine.

They rushed to her SUV in a shadowed nook. Before she could grab her keys, Jake pressed her against the cold metal door.

He drove his body against hers, hard cock grinding into her hip through his jeans. His huge bulge pounded.

Lips locked in a stolen kiss, tongues tangled, competing for wine-tinged licks.

She moaned into his mouth. Her hands slipped under his shirt, scraping his ripped abs with her nails.

He growled low in his throat. “Get in the back,” he rasped, breaking the kiss to yank her lower lip.

They tumbled into the back seat, doors sealing their hidden paradise.

Breaths contained, every rustle amplified in the boxy enclosure.

Leather seats quivered as he hauled her onto his lap. He fingered her heavy tits like a hungry man chasing gold.