Charlotte drove with her eyes fixed on the road ahead, but her cheeks grew increasingly flushed. I could feel the muscles of her pussy gripping my shaft tightly each time the car went over a small bump or took a turn. Her breathing became irregular.
We were cruising down a quiet night road. Streetlights periodically illuminated the car's interior, revealing Charlotte's tense profile, her bitten lip, and how her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
I stayed still, as promised. But it was the movement of her body from driving—that was what made everything even hotter. Every acceleration pushed her slightly upward, then gravity pulled her back down, creating a slow but inevitable friction.
"Ah... hnn..." she unintentionally hissed as the car hit a slightly rough patch of road.
I smiled, kissing her neck from behind. "Looks like you're enjoying this, Auntie."
"N-no," she answered, but her voice was weak.
