EP 65.

REYNOLDS' POV.

The pressure became unbearable, and I clung to my self-restraint with a tenacity that strained every fibre of my being.

The eerie silence of the deserted place, devoid of any bustling pedestrians, provided a fitting backdrop to the internal struggle I grappled with.

I traced a series of lingering kisses along the curve of her neck, delicately lifting the edge of her top as I guided her with measured precision into the car.

Slipping in beside her, I felt the heat of the moment intensify as she leaned into my kiss, her head finding a comfortable rest against the opposite door.

With deliberate intent, I tilted her legs, one gracefully positioned against the chair, the other sensually bent over the car seat, heightening the palpable intensity of our intimate encounter.

My head descended to her wet pussy, a realm that exuded warmth and dampness, the rich scent of her arousal enveloping my senses.

I delicately traced my tongue along the sensitive tip, her clit, and sensed