Long minutes afterwards, Taryn gingerly withdrew her sticky fingers from her now super-sensitive sex. Putting her fingers in her mouth she sucked the salty residue, cleaning the cum from her hands. Reaching into the glove-box she pulled out some of the handy-wipes she kept there and finished the job on her hands before cleaning her crotch as best she could and wiping down the seat. The sticky fluids would never come clean from where they had smeared on her suede thong, nor, she suspected, would they come out of the fabric of the floor mat. The Spyker would forever carry a reminder of sex – as if driving the car wasn’t already enough to arouse her. Taryn’s knees nearly buckled as one probing figure accidentally found her g-spot, just before the officer withdrew his hand, leaving her pink inner lips glistening in the sunlight. Taryn heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, moments before feeling the head of his penis kiss her willing lips. With one swift motion he rammed into her, forcing another gasp from Taryn’s lips as his long shaft slammed into her cervix. Wet as she was, and fully expecting him to enter her, the suddenness and depth of his penetration made Taryn bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her legs shook with the strain as she felt him filling up her
