Giving Head in The Car And Cum Swallowing like Dope

The engine hums, a dull drone that doesn’t stand a chance of drowning out the wet, filthy slurping noises she makes. She’s sprawled across the passenger seat, her bare thighs slick with sweat, and her head bobbing in my lap. Her mouth is a fucking vacuum, sucking my cock deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she takes it all in. She’s gagging, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop. She loves this shit, loves deepthroating my dick in the middle of the day, surrounded by the stench of leather and sex. Her head moves faster, her mouth working my cock like a fucking pro. She’s drooling, spit dripping down her chin, mixing with the pre-cum leaking from my dick. She moans, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. I grab her hair, pulling it tight, making her gag even more. She looks up at me, her eyes watery, mascara running down her face, and she swallows hard, taking my cock deeper. She’s a fucking mess, her makeup ruined, her hair disheveled, but she’s never looked more beautiful. I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. She senses it, her mouth working even faster, her hand stroking the base of my cock in sync with her head movements. She’s going to make me cum, and she’s going to swallow every last drop.

Her mouth is a fucking furnace, the heat and pressure building to a crescendo. I can feel it, the impending explosion, the need to unleash. She knows it too, her eyes locked onto mine, daring me to cum. I do, with a roar, my cock pulsing, spurting hot, thick ropes of cum down her throat. She swallows, her throat constricting around the head of my cock, milking me for every last drop. She doesn’t miss a beat, her mouth still working, cleaning my cock with her tongue, sucking out every last bit of cum. She pulls off, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to my cock, and she licks her lips, a satisfied smirk on her face. She’s a fucking cum swallowing goddess, her throat working, swallowing every drop of my load. She collapses back onto the seat, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. She looks over at me, her eyes heavy-lidded, a contented smile on her face. She’s a fucking mess, but she’s my mess, and I can’t wait to do it all over again.