We couldn't even wait until we reached the penthouse.
The underground parking lot was dimly lit, quiet, and mostly empty. The moment we parked in a secluded corner, Delilah climbed over the center console and onto my lap. She didn't waste any time. Her denim jeans were already pushed down to her ankles, her bra and t-shirt discarded on the passenger seat. My seat was reclined as far back as it would go, and Delilah was riding me hard, her thick, juicy ass bouncing on my cock with wet, rhythmic slaps.
"Fuck… you couldn't wait for this dick, could you?" I panted, grabbing two handfuls of her ass and squeezing hard. I leaned up and kissed her hungrily, our tongues sliding together as the car creaked beneath us.
"Yes… yes, I couldn't," Delilah moaned into my mouth, her voice breathy and desperate. "I've been soaked since this morning. I needed you inside me so fucking bad."
