Backseat slow burn leaves her lips parted and dripping

She had been holding back all evening after those slow teasing glances, desperate by the time she settled into the back seat of the car alone. Parked and waiting, she begins the deliberate build, fingers moving lightly to draw out the anticipation. Eyes drifting shut, her head tilts back as a soft whimper leaves her parted lips, long wavy hair tumbling over her shoulders. Freckles across her breasts catch the light in her blue top, her body giving small controlled rocks as she works herself up slowly, dripping with need.