A Petite Asian teen gives the best possible handjob in the car [Asian public]
The car’s leather seat was slick with sweat, the stifling air thick with anticipation. She was tiny, all soft curves and innocent eyes, dressed in a white top that hugged her petite frame. Her small hand wrapped around my cock like it was a treasure she’d found. No hesitation, just pure, unadulterated hunger. She began to stroke, her fingers slick with saliva, working my shaft with a rhythm that was both relentless and tender. Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, her nails digging in just enough to make me hiss. The car filled with the wet sounds of her mouth as she spat on my cock, the sloppy, obscene noises echoing in the confined space. Her tongue darted out, licking the precum from the tip, her eyes never leaving mine. She was a fucking natural, her tiny body contorting to give me the best goddamn handjob I’d ever had. The car’s windows fogged up, obscuring the world outside, leaving just the two of us in this filthy, carnal dance.
Her head bobbed down, taking my cock deep into her throat, her gag reflex kicking in but she didn’t stop. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and then she was back at it, her fist pumping in tandem with her mouth. Her moans vibrated through my shaft, sending shivers down my spine. She was lost in her own world, her eyes glazed over, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The car filled with the scent of her arousal, a sweet, intoxicating perfume that drove me wild. Her hand moved faster, her grip tighter, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. She knew exactly what she was doing, her every move calculated to push me to the edge. The car shook slightly with the force of her movements, the engine humming in the background, a dull roar compared to the filthy symphony happening inside. Her handjob was a fucking masterclass, her techniques varied and inventive, keeping me on the brink of orgasm, teasing and tormenting me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
