Her eyes flutter shut as you continue to pump into her, and she sighs contentedly when you speak french in return. "You like it when I talk like this?" She asks breathlessly, running a hand through your hair before wrapping it around your neck. The warmth of the summer night envelopes them as they stay pressed together under the stars.

Her hips begin to move in time with yours, encouraging you deeper inside her as she whispers words of desire and passion into your ear. "Oui... plus fort..."

Her moans echo through the empty carnival grounds as she bends over an abandoned car, her body arched in invitation. The feel of your hands on her hips and your cock thrusting deep inside her are too much to bear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into the metal surface of the car for purchase, leaving angry red scratches behind as she tries not to scream out in ecstasy.