With a ferocity that I didn't know I had, my strokes started slow and then quickened faster and faster. Soon the sound of my hips hitting hers and her moaning against my hand were nearly as loud as the rain on the roof of the car. I turned her head to the side and began to nibble on her neck. She at first writhed under me like a snake and then clamped her legs around my hips as I continued to pound her.

I felt my balls tightening and knew I was close. I let loose of her mouth and as her eyes opened in question, lowered my own mouth to hers. A soft kiss became a hard one with me biting on her lower lip. Her painted nails were running through my short hair and I was holding onto her shoulders for as much leverage as I could manage.

I let go of her shoulders and held her head. My eyes opened to see hers staring into mine. A bond was created as my cock emptied into her pussy, overflowing and staining the fish. I didn't care. I was sure that a bit of washing would take out the stain. It was my lucky fish, after all.