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cock hard, making him jerk inside her and eliciting a low groan from his lips.
    “ To hell with condoms, Fred.” She rolled her eyes, rocking her hips back against him, moving his cock in and out of her wetness. “Besides, I can't get pregnant.”
    “ But… ” His hands went to her rolling hips, gaze shifting down between them, where his cock was spreading her wide.
    “ Worried about diseases, Fred?” She sighed, slapping back into him, making him gasp and clutch her ass. “Let's just live fucking dangerously, what do you say? Yolo! Say it with me, Fred.”
    “ Oh hell!” His eyes closed as his hips began to move. “Yolo! Yolo!”
    “ That's right.” Lindsey pulled her top down and squeezed her nipples. “Fuck me good, baby. Give me that hard cock.”
    His movements were jerky and unsure and Lindsey sighed again, working her hips back into his. Her pussy was swollen and soaking wet, but she knew it would be over far too soon for her to come. He was already panting and gripping her ass so hard his knuckles were white.
    “ When a girl tells you to fuck her… ” Lindsey reached back for his thigh again, driving him deep inside. “She means it. Now, fuck me!”
    He groaned and shoved her into the sink with his next thrust.
    “Yeah!” She spread wider. “Come on, Freddie, do it hard!”
    Finally, he gave her what she wanted, his hips bucking her against the sink, burying his cock in her to the hilt again and again. Wouldn't be long now, she knew, seeing his eyes in the mirror. He was watching her tits bounce through half-closed eyes as he fucked her, and she was glad she had pulled down her top.
    “Oh God!' he moaned, leaning forward onto her as he came. She felt the surge and swell of him, a thick pulse inside her tight, wet hole. She bit her lip and squeezed him, slowly, rhythmically, making him gasp and squirm against her as she milked him for all she was worth. She wanted every last drop of his cum.
    “ That's a good Freddie.” She tilted her hips forward and felt him slip out of her. She turned and patted him lightly on his flushed cheek. He leaned back against the wall for support, gasping for breath, eyes glazed. “Now you can say you fucked a girl… how about that?”
    Lindsey pulled up her top and grabbed her purse. Yanking the door open, she peeked around the corner. Her mother was still haggling with the owner! Adjusting her shorts, she strode back out front, past them both.
    “ I'll be in the car,” she told her mother on the way by, straight-arming the door.
    When she got into the passenger's side, she scrunched down in her seat, keepin g an eye on the dry cleaner's. Her shorts were wet, the crotch soaked from her own juices and Fred's cum. She rubbed the material between her swollen lips, her fingers pressing them into the wetness.
    Putting her feet up on the dashboard, Lindsey pulled her shorts aside and plunged her fingers into her pussy. Fred's cum was thick and copious, leaking out of her hole. She scooped out as much of it as she could and licked it off her fingers first, moaning at the taste and smell of it and rubbing the seam of her shorts over her clit with her other hand as she did.
    “My first cherry,” she murmured with a laugh, remembering, still delighted at how surprised he had been. She wanted to take her shorts off, to lick them clean, but didn't dare with her mother about to come out of the store. Instead, she pulled them aside and fingered her sopping pussy, her thumb moving over her aching clit, taking herself closer and closer to the edge.
    “ Oh yeah, fuck me hard, baby,” she moaned softly, looking out the window, still watching for her mother with half-closed eyes. “Use that little cunt!”
    She was nearing climax when she saw him out of the corner of her eye. There was a man standing next to the passenger's side window, looking down at her as she played with herself. His eyes were wide and he was carrying a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken in his hands,