Lana felt like a high school kid, making out in a car, steaming up the windows.  And she loved it.  When Steve broke the kiss, she looked at him, a question in her eyes.  At his words, she blushed, feeling flattered, nervous and hungry.<br/><br/>Exiting the front of the car, slipping into the back, an excited giggle escaped her throat, quickly replaced by a moan as she straddled his lap, her pussy settling onto his cock.  Lana closed her eyes for a moment, basking in the feel of his cock inside her again.  Opening her eyes, she stared into his, slowly beginning to move, up and down, her hands on his shoulders for support, her bottom lip between her teeth.<br/><br/>Briefly, she remembered where they were.  As her eyes surveyed the parking lot, she couldn’t stop her movements, finding it impossible to give up the feeling his cock inside her pussy provided.  Her concern for voyeurs vanishing, she connected to his eyes once more, a “yes” whispering out of her mouth.