It was a wonderful vortex of carnal happiness that was occurring in the backseat of the limo. If he had the mental capacity for it, he'd probably be wondering if this was why limo's were supposedly a sexy vehicle.  As is, there really isn't much beyond the two of them, their bodies intertwined, bringing each other the different pleasures they offered.<br/><br/>Finding the freed breast, he brings one of his hands up to grasp it, and hold it steady while he latches his mouth onto it. The hand then falls back to her ass, kneading her rear, even getting frisky enough to give her some light spanks. Erica always seemed to like that, so it was a natural reaction for him to do it.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, he pulls as much of her breast into his mouth as he possibly can. He suckles on her hungrily, releasing it a bit, then pulling it back into his mouth. His tongue flicks at her undoubtedly hardened nipple, pressing against it; some times firmly, some times lightly.<br/><br/>"Ahhh!" He practically cried out at feeling her sliding back down. He had orgasmed, that made him highly sensitive. And yes, it was now a form of torture; perhaps the most enjoyable form of torture. She continued to bounce on him, to have her way with him, and every time she slid up or down, it brought almost painful shocks of ecstasy to him. "Yes, ahh... please.. use me for your pleasure..." He groaned out the words, yet again dipping down into a tone of voice that could really only be called 'slutty'. He really didn't have any shame.