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She used her fingers to scoop the remnants of cum running down her chin. As she licked dripping cum from her fingers, she stared the blonde right in the eye. ?Take a picture, it?ll last longer.? That?s when the light turned green and I quickly accelerated through the intersection, and headed back toward the barracks. ******************** It started earlier that day when Bunnie wanted to go for a ride. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the Chesapeake Bay Area, so I grabbed the keys to the MG, dropped the top, and off we went. With the wind blowing through her flowing curly, light auburn hair, Bunnie was truly resplendent. Of course, she always looked her best. At 5? 3? and 110 pounds with soft green eyes, she was a vision of charm, elegance, and loveliness. Her 32B pert breasts, just right to fit in the palm of my hand, needed no support. With a tight waist and hips flaring just so, a sweet sexy ass, and legs that carried her with stature, I was fortunate to be dating her. How that happened, well that?s a story for another day. Suffice it to say, I was the envy of the single enlisted men. The envy of many of the married men, as well. So, now here we were on an awesome spring day in late April. The sun was shining, some fluffy clouds floating gently in the distant sky, mercury hanging in the mid-seventies, and we were just out to enjoy it all. Once out of the city, the roads and scenery turned to farmland and pastures. We saw trees sprouting new greenery, cattle grazing in the lush fields, and wild flowers blooming uncontrollably everywhere. The curves in the road, combined istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) with the sun and clouds in the sky and Bunnie by my side simply made it a perfect day. Remnants of winter had gone and life was flourishing anew. My only regret at the time was not tossing a blanket in the back and packing a picnic basket. I never thought there was a need for an agenda. We were only out for a ride. I was in jeans, a short sleeve, button down tan shirt, and boat shoes. Bunnie was dressed in jeans and a light green, see through blouse. As I?ve said, Bunnie never needed a bra, so everything was on display. And what a display! Her nipples were firm, pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse. With each gust of wind, the material rustled against those mesmerizing tits, leaving them in a constant state of arousal. Her own arousal quickly became obvious as she reached over the console and placed her left hand in my lap. Being a strapping young man, certain body parts promptly responded. Suddenly, my jeans became unbearably tight and uncomfortable. ?Something wrong, Robie?? she coyly purred. ?No. No, nothing?s wrong,? I replied. Rubbing her hand across the ever-growing bulge, Bunnie soon had my attention. Never satisfied with just teasing me, though she relished in doing so, she decided it was time for further exploits. Kneeling in her seat and reaching over the console and stick shift, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the jeans, and lowered the zipper. I tried to concentrate on keeping the MG centered in the lane, but when she grabbed the waistband and tried to lower my istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) jeans, I couldn?t help but swerve. Luckily no one else was on the road. ?Lift your ass, Robie,? she said. What is a guy to do when a beautiful lady makes such an invitation? So, I lifted my ass off the seat and she quickly pulled my jeans over my hips and down to my knees. Sitting back onto the cool leather seat, I swerved once more when she wrapped her right hand around the object of her desire. My cock was standing at attention, rigid as a pole. Her hand was a perfect fit, the middle finger and thumb just touching as they encircled the shaft. She leisurely slid her hand up and down; gripping just tight enough for me to sense this was going to be more than a customary hand job. Occasionally, she would gently twist her hand around and caress only the head, as if she was milking me. The feel of her hand was amazing, but having her stroke my member while driving was mind-blowing. ?Robie?? ?Y-ye-yes, Bunnie?? I stuttered and glanced into her eyes. ?Ever had a blowjob while driving?? At that, she lowered her head and took the meaty helmet of my cock into her mouth. So now here we were, driving down the local roads: she?s on her knees in her seat, my pants around my knees, and she?s giving me head. Holy fuck! What more could I possibly want? To know Bunnie is to know she loves sex. She loves to suck a hard cock and the feel of it in her mouth. 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Each time was the same routine, her tongue lathed at my shaft, wrapping around it as her steamy, silky-smooth mouth engulfed more of me. She took her time over the next ten minutes or so, teasing the head with the tip of her tongue. Every so often, she took an added length into her mouth. Three inches, four inches, gradually she took me further into her mouth. Each time she raised her head, the pull of her lips was sublime. It was as if she was trying to extract gold. Her tongue swiped everywhere, leaving nothing untouched. She was on a mission and I was powerless to stop her. Not that I wanted to, trust me. Even though she had tried in the past, Bunnie was incapable of taking my cock into her throat as her gag reflex would kick in. That was fine with me. What she was capable of doing without that more than made up for it. Rivulets of saliva now ran down the length of my cock, across my scrotum, between her fingers and puddled in the leather seat. Despite the cool breeze rushing through the MG, sweat ran down my face.