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Judy Hastings pushed the accelerator down and her tiny convertible sports car leaped forward. The warm summer breeze blew through her thick blonde hair. The needle climbed: forty, fifty, sixty.
Her face was flushed with excitement. Her hands kept the low-slung car close to the shoulder as she expertly handled the curves of the quiet country road.
The speed made her pussy contract. Her nipples, swollen and sensitive, pressed against her Light blouse. Speed always made her cream. She took the car up to seventy and soaked her panties with pussy juice.
School was out for the summer. A wild three months of getting fucked were at the top of her list. She moaned. “God, am I hot.”
With the needle hovering at seventy, she brought one hand from the wheel, slipped it under her skirt. A juicy panty-crotch greeted her.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.