I leaned more to the latter, but couldn tell what Isabella was thinking.
"Really. And hows that?" she slid across the seat, pushed teen pantie in hose his shoulders and pinned him against the door, then crawled across his teen pantie in hose lap, her skirt rising up her thighs.
She smiled, wrapped her fingers on the first button then teen pantie in hose the next, opened his shirt and began kissing - no, her tongue outstretched, she was actually licking - his chest.
My cock hardened as I tried to keep one eye on the road, and the other in the rear view mirror.
Christopher moaned, leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes as Isabella wrapped her mouth over his nipple, pulling with her lips, biting with her teeth, teasing with her tongue.
She grabbed his belt with both hands, and slapped the leather from the buckle.
My cock ached as she unzipped his pants, and pulled his out.
She sat up, her hair brushed against the roof, she raised her hand, slid her thumb across her wet tongue and then swirled it over the head of his cock.
"Bella..." he moaned deeply, as her hand roughly slid up and down.
She seemed to tighten her grip, and leaned close to his face.
"Don call me Bella," her head tilted, her voice even and cold.
"I only allow certain people to call me that. You," again she seemed to tighten her grip, and he groaned, "are an arrogant little fuck who doesn get that privilege. Do you understand?" It wasn hard to tell who was taking control.
I didn know what Christopher was thinking, but I imagined his mind was racing and his cock was stiffening like mine.
"Yes," he mumbled, as her hand picked up the pace up and down his shaft.