Backseat Shenanigans

I do NOT  remember his name.

The feel of a hot cock was familiar in my mouth though.

His size was a non issue as I felt it belonged there.

In my mouth.

I felt it grow and grow and grow.

The longer and larger it became the wetter and deeper was my oral dance.

All I remember seeing was the northern like lights, raying along the FDR.

His hands reached underneath my dress and made its way to my thighs and gently squeezed on my ass.

Our lips moved a movement so sensual and erotic and exciting and hott and sexy and and annnn d----i almost climaxed (smile)

I vaguely recall parts of last night like a schizophrenic amnesia patient.

Closing my eyes and trying to envision events only produced memories of my 4"inch stiletto heals and satin pointy toe Louboutins creating shadow puppets on the upholster of this yellow cab I was frolicking in.

I was a dirty dirty girl last night.