Husbands Friend Was Too Big to Suck Off So I Rode Him In A Parking Lot Instead [Car sex]

The night air was thick with anticipation as I slid into the backseat of my husband’s friend’s car, the engine still purring from the drive to this secluded parking lot. I could see the massive bulge in his jeans, a silent promise of what was to come. I licked my lips, but the thought of trying to suck that monster off made me shudder. Instead, I straddled him, feeling his thick cock press against my pussy through his jeans. I ground against him, my juices soaking through the denim, as I leaned in to whisper filthy nothings in his ear. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as I rode him, the friction driving me wild. I could feel his cock throbbing, desperate to be freed, but I wanted to tease him, to make him beg. I reached down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his huge cock. It pulsed in my hand, hot and heavy, as I guided it to my entrance. I sank down onto him, inch by inch, until I was fully impaled, my pussy stretched wide around his thick shaft.

The car filled with the sound of our fucking, the slap of skin on skin, the wet noises of my pussy taking his cock. I bounced on him, my tits bouncing in his face, begging to be sucked. He didn’t disappoint, his mouth latching onto one nipple, then the other, as I rode him harder, faster. His hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, squeezing my tits, one even slipping between us to rub my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building inside me like a storm. I could feel his cock swelling, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. I leaned in, biting his ear, whispering dirty words that pushed him over the edge. With a roar, he came, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot cum. I ground against him, milking every last drop, as my own orgasm crashed over me, leaving me shivering and spent in his arms.