Late for Work? Fuck This Car Seat Until We Make It!

The dashboard clock glared 8:17 AM, mocking her frantic breathing. Sarah, a vision in torn black lace lingerie, slammed her hips against the steering wheel, the leather groaning under the sudden impact. "Fuck, Mark, we're gonna be late!" she gasped, already slick with pre-cum sweat. Mark didn't answer; his massive cock was already buried deep inside her tight pussy, driving in a brutal, piston-like rhythm. The smell of hot musk and cheap coffee filled the confined space. "Just one more push, baby," he growled, gripping her hips like anchors. Sarah arched her back, a needy moan ripping from her throat. "Take my cock deep! I need it to hit that sweet spot!" He slammed into her again, eliciting a wet, slapping sound that echoed off the windshield. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she bucked up, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. "Fuck me harder! I'm gonna squirt all over your fucking shirt!" He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, punctuating her plea with a deep, guttural sound before burying himself to the hilt one last time. "Cum inside me! Right now!