Fleeing Wonderland to find a seat on a thick, hard throne

By now she was resting her forehead on the car as her hands gripped the top, her back arched and pushing back against him. His hands rested on her hips, but she released his head as she was certain his tongue was getting well acquainted with her own, taking hold of his wrists she led his hands up to her breasts. XXX He had to admit that it was quite a feat for him, he actually felt quite chuffed with himself when the machine binged to say his clothing was done. “So Henry, how shall I ever thank you?”
He swallowed,
“Uhm just glad to help?”
She shook her head and smiled,
“Oh you’re not escaping me that fast big boy. Unable to stop he pumped his rigid shaft into her convulsing body, gripping her hips tight as with one mighty thrust he came hard inside of her. The tinkle of the bell above the door made him look up, the woman who came in was dressed in a red, low-cut