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Link to original with sexy image in the comments. I push Amber back over the car hood, her slender body scorching in the French sun. Her breasts are about to burst out of their little bikini bra. She keeps her sarah jane abby winters legs together as she falls back. But I soon pull them apart. I let her keep her high heels on for this. I’m in France, speeding down beautiful coastal roads between Boulogne and Calais, hopefully in time to meet our boat and be extracted back to the UK. Amber is a French informant, passing on secrets to the British from her base in Paris. But she got careless, slipped up. And now I’m extracting her before the French authorities have their way with her. We desperately need to reach Calais port on time, or we risk missing our opportunity to cross the channel to safety. But the sun is so hot, beating down on us as the calm blue ocean washes ashore on our left. The sleepy little towns we speed through are so quintessentially French: old buildings with wooden shutters closed, boulangeries selling fresh croissants, quiet bars serving cold beer. The temptation is overpowering. On top of that, Amber is horny for me. We only met once before in Paris, at a high class dinner party. I was spying on a prominent French businessman at the time. Amber was covering the party as a journalist. We bumped into each other in a long hallway of the 5* hotel. I knocked the drink out of her hand. As we both crouched down to pick the glass up, I couldn’t help but notice her long bronze legs in high heels, along with a peek of pink lacy knickers under her short black skirt. She checked me out too, seemingly impressed by my taut chest and arms under crisp white Armani shirt. She winked at me as we parted. But I never saw her again until now, until I recently discovered she was an informant. Who knows if she realised I was a spy back when we met in Paris. But she did now. And my rather unconventional profession was clearly a turn on. Now she sits in the passenger seat next to me, slowly lifting her flowery skirt up, exposing more of her bronze legs. Her feet are up on the dashboard, her silver high heels digging in. I’m trying to focus on driving, getting to the port as quick as possible. But I can’t resist this provocative little minx. Eventually she lifts her skirt all the way up to her waist, smiling as she reveals little white bikini bottoms underneath. Perhaps she thought we’d have time for a swim along the way. Regardless, her long bronze legs are now wide open, pushed up against the dashboard. And she’s sliding her hand down her smooth thigh towards her precious area. I keep glancing between her and the road, but I’m boiling over. Finally, she slides her hand down into the top of her white bikini bottoms, placing it over her private area. Then she leans her head back agains the seat rest, closes her eyes and opens her mouth. It’s too much. I screech to a halt beside a golden cornfield in the middle of the French countryside, the calm sea glistening in he horizon. No one around for miles. She opens her eyes as her head jolts forward. Then smiles, putting a finger over her lips. I jump out my side and pace round to hers, opening the door and grabbing her under abby winters masturbating the arms. I lift her slender body out, her flowery skirt still up round her waist. And then I yank it down to the floor; she steps out of it. Next goes the top. I pull her cream blouse up over hear head, revealing her hard breasts tight against silky white bra cups. Now all she’s got on are her little white bikini and silver high heels. Her hot slim body is mine. Again, I grab her under the arms and lift her up onto the boiling car hood. She clenches her teeth for a second as the heat touches her ass. But there’s nothing she can do. This is happening right now. I pull her slender body down the hood a little, as she supports herself with her elbows on the hot metal. Her legs remain tight together, touching at the knees. But when her hips reach the edge of the abby winters gallery hood, I force her legs apart, showing who’s boss, her white bikini bottoms the only thing between me and her lady flower. Then I push her legs closer together and slide her bikini bottoms over her knees and off. Amber gasps as I reopen her legs and expose her smooth peach to the sun, tossing her underwear to the side. Then, pulling my khakis and Calvin Klein briefs down enough, I enter her hard, forcing her up and down on the hot metal hood, her hard breasts bouncing a little. It’s not enough though, so I yank down both her bra cups, letting her breasts break free. Now violeta abby winters they move to the rhythm. She squeals and moans, propped up by her elbows, looking down at what’s happening, her body sliding up and down. Then, under gorgeous French sun, golden cornfields to the right, glistening blue ocean to the left, the strong spy and the horny little informant going hard on the car hood, she explodes. Her head goes back, her eyes close, her mouth opens wide, her body tenses up. She loses control. She lies back fully on the scorching car hood as she comes, breasts facing up, her whole body letting go. Amber thought there was time to torment me on the way to Calais. So I showed her what happens to naughty little French flirts. agentsandstorm