I was Bored Waiting in the Car so I Started Rubbing my Clit - mrs Rotten

In the heart of the city, boredom struck again. I was parked, waiting for the next adventure, and suddenly, inspiration hit. I'm not talking about the usual car ride, I'm talking about something more... stimulating. So, I did what millions of women before me have done in their cars – I turned the ignition on my body. Meet Mrs. Rotten, the tattooed goddess who's about to bring her car park solo session to life.

First, she settles in, adjusts her seat, and makes herself comfortable. Her eyes dart around, ensuring no one's watching. But this is her world, and she's not afraid to take control. She starts slow, her fingers dancing over her skin, tracing the lines of her tattoos. A smile plays on her lips as she teases herself, her body responding to her touch.

Her fingers dive between her legs, and that's when the magic begins. She rubs her clit, her body squirming in the seat. Her breathing becomes ragged, her moans filling the air. She's not shy, not even in public. She's in her own world, lost in the pleasure she's bringing herself.

Her body tenses, her fingers move faster. She's close, so close. And then, she lets go. The car quakes with her screams of pleasure, her body convulsing as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her. She squirts, the evidence of her pleasure spilling out onto the seat.

Mrs. Rotten, the tattooed goddess, brings her car park solo session to a close. She's breathless, her body sated. She leans back, a satisfied smile on her face. She's not just waiting anymore; she's living. And she's loving every second of it.