Car seat cradles her. Fishnet digs into pale skin, outlining swollen cameltoe. Fingers hook the webbing, stretching it taut over plump lips. She shifts, ass lifting, cheeks parting to bare the damp seam. Mesh rasps against slick folds with every grind. Up close, the fabric clings, heavy curves trembling under grip. Cameltoe pulses, begging release — soft, yielding pressure builds as she rocks back harder.