Late night car sex

The technicians over at Late Night Car Sex certainly struck gold with this one – an all-out sensual RAWsin spectacle that’s as polished as it is provocative. The two leading ladies, Chocolate Delight and Spicy Cinnamon, are a vision of nubile gorgeousness as they get down and dirty in a sleek candy apple red convertible. Now, buckle up, because what happens next is sure to leave you drooling like a horny teenager!

The camera pans over their shapely silhouettes, their every curve and dip lovingly explored by roving fingers and inquisitive tongues. Sen sen su wear nothing but lacy thongs and high heels that make an enticing clack-clack whenever they shift. And ouch, those tits! Perky and brown as Hershey’s Kisses, standing to attention on their lean, cellulite-free frames like beacons of carnal desire.

“Mmm, I just adore the way that Lycra hugs your luscious lumps, my dear!” purrs Chocolate Delight huskily, running a manicured nail along her compatriot’s spine. Spicy Cinnamon arches her back with a throaty moan, pushing her ass out and into Chocolate’s crotch in a hot provocation. You bet, these dusky beauties are packing heat in their panties!

As the convertible purrs along the dark, secluded road, any onlookers would do a double take at the sights and sounds emanating from the vehicle’s interior. But the two lusty ladies pay them no mind, too wrapped up in their own pleasures to notice much of anything beyond each other.

“Oh god, I’m so fucking wet, Cinnamon!” sighs Chocolate, grinding her pussy into the meat of her lover’s thigh. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste you again – you’re sweeter than a hot toddy on a cold winter’s night!” She punctuates her declaration with a flick of her tongue along that arched neck. Licking Spicy’s shoulder and kissing the back of her neck.

Spicy shudders in delight, bumping and grinding her booty as she reaches back to hook a slim leg around Chocolate’s hip. The fabric of their panties is positively drenched in proof of their arousal. They are all hands and mouths, groping and nibbling at every square inch of exposed skin.

“And I can’t get enough of you, my sweet!” growls Spicy. “What I wouldn’t give to ravish this delectable body of yours.”

She cranes her neck to find Chocolate’s lips with her own in a searing kiss. It’s long, deep, and hard – all lips and passion. Their tongues go for each other’s tonsils in a wild maelstrom of lust and putting on quite a show for any curious drivers.

The car swerves a little as Chocolate sinks her teeth into Cinnamon’s bottom lip with a low moan. The convertible bounces over bumps and potholes in the road, but the driving is less important than the driving each other crazy. Chocolate’s strong hands grip Spicy’s hips, yanking her back so she’s flush against Chocolate’s pelvis.

It’s a pull that has Spicy panting with excitement and the car swerving dangerously. She’s ready and wanting. Spicy just wants to feel Chocolate’s warmth spread throughout her insides. Feeling the need to feel her black curves against her body.

The road flies by as the two vixens continue their erotic tango, each reaching to palm the other’s breasts through clinging fabric. “Oooh, someone’s been working out!” giggles Chocolate as she squeezes Cinnamon’s tits, eliciting a pleased gasp from her partner.

“I know, right?” grins Spicy wickedly. “I’ve been doing Pilates, squats, cleavage-building exercises, core workouts. I’m in tiptop shape for anything that might come my way.”

Indeed she is, as Chocolate discovers when she slides her hands into Spicy’s top and begins toying with the rigid peaks of her nipples. Spicy arches into that touch with a wild cry, grinding her ass harder against Chocolate’s mound in retaliation.

The car swerves wildly as their passion builds to a climax – this time literally. “I’m c-cumming!” screams Spicy, marathon runner chest heaving as she rides out her orgasm on Chocolate’s thigh, dark juices blossoming through her panties.

“Mmm, and you taste so good, Cinnamon…” Chocolate lisps, burying her face between Spicy’s thighs to lap up every last drop of ambrosia. “Fuck, I’m gonna bust too if you keep that up! Holy shit!”

The car slows to a crawl as Chocolate throws her head back, keening her own release to the stars. A moment later, both women slump back against the seats, thighs quivering and panties a wet, sticky mess.

“Whoa,” giggles Spicy. “That was INTENSE! Talk about a ride!”

“I’ll say!” laughs Chocolate, wiping her mouth and giving a replete sigh. “Guess we could use some air conditioning now though. I’m sweating like a whore in church!”

The two minxes exchange a final tender kiss before buttoning up and attempting to look relatively respectable again – at least until they reach their next roadside rest stop. The convertible speeds off into the night, heading for their rendezvous like the Batmobile and Wonder Woman’s Invisible Jet had the best sex imaginable…

Oh, to be a fly on that windshield as they do it all over again, and again, until the sun rises and banishes shadows. But a lady (or man) can Dream, can’t she? This is one video that will be on heavy rotation…