sure."
"You realize how weird this is?" He chuckled, leaned his head back, and let out a low groan as she squeezed him tighter. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed out of the slit. "What's weird?"
Her face leaned so close to him now he felt the brush of her breath over the head. The skin there felt hot and tight, he felt every little puff of air, and it made him ache all the harder.
"This. Us sitting here in my truck, your husband driving while you're about to stick my cock in your mouth, and we're having a conversation ab—Ah, fuck!"
The muffled laugh that came from her vibrated over his cock as her lips closed over him, her tongue swiping down over the head and sending a deep, hot jolt of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
"Uh, about that conversation." Garrett chuckled. "Might want to give it up."
He merely groaned and pushed his head into the rest, trying to hold back on the urge to grind his hips up and shove his dick farther down her throat. She was doing a damn good job of trying to swallow it as it was. Shock and heat flushed him as she got more than half of it in on her second pass. Gentle but eager, her tongue and lips pressed harder with each stroke down, testing his response.
Unable to resist, he lowered his hands to her head and cupped her gently in his palms, guiding her, showing her just how he liked it.
"That's it. Deep like that, harder. I like it hard. God, yes . . . damn, you learn fast."
Following his lead, she took him deep and didn't hold back on the pressure. Grasping the base with her hand, she began working him fast and hard in and out of her mouth, the tiny whimpers coming from her building him just as fast as the sweet enthusiasm she seemed to have for his cock.
"God, she's gonna kill me with that mouth."
"And I'm going to drive off the damn road here in a minute. You're so going to repay this favor and watch her suck me when we get there. Jesus, I can't tell you how hot that is."
"Don't . . . need to. Ah, god." He groaned, putting his hand on the seat and shifting his hips again, barely able to hold still. "Damn, I'm going to come in your mouth like some teenager if you don't slow down." He managed to breathe through the entire sentence without stopping to moan or grunt that time.
She didn't let up or slow down. Her idea seemed to be to push harder, and he felt the tingle in the base of his cock build, his balls drawing up close.
"I'm not kidding . . . ah, shit . . . suck harder . . . god, yeah, that's it." He groaned, forgetting he was going to tell her to stop, that in the truck driving down the road at fifty miles an hour didn't seem the ideal place for him to shoot his load down her throat. Then again, when it came to Carrie, nothing she did seemed less than extraordinary, even a blow job in the front seat of Garrett's truck.
His hips jerking slowly up and down off the seat now, he fought the total lack of control overtaking him, tried not to hear her little whimpers and moans over his cock or pay attention to the fact that Garrett's free hand had slipped beneath her shirt and toyed with the nipple within his reach while she leaned toward him on the bench seat of the truck.
"Stop or I'm going to drown you, I'm telling you." He ground out, teeth clenched, thighs tightened into steel as his cock went iron hard between her lips.
The only response he got was a deep moan, Garrett breathing hard enough for him to hear it, and her free hand cupping his balls.
With the first jerking spasm, his hands flew to her hair as his hips lifted from the seat, and she held him in that perfect moment when his cock was buried in her throat and that first spurt of his seed spilled into her.
"Ah, god, yes . . . fuck yes . . . ." He shouted. Deep, guttural groans came from him with each spray of cum into her mouth. His orgasm felt endless. She took all of him, still licking and sucking him gently through each trembling spasm.
Finally subsiding, he dropped back to the seat and took a deep breath. He sounded like an
"You realize how weird this is?" He chuckled, leaned his head back, and let out a low groan as she squeezed him tighter. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed out of the slit. "What's weird?"
Her face leaned so close to him now he felt the brush of her breath over the head. The skin there felt hot and tight, he felt every little puff of air, and it made him ache all the harder.
"This. Us sitting here in my truck, your husband driving while you're about to stick my cock in your mouth, and we're having a conversation ab—Ah, fuck!"
The muffled laugh that came from her vibrated over his cock as her lips closed over him, her tongue swiping down over the head and sending a deep, hot jolt of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
"Uh, about that conversation." Garrett chuckled. "Might want to give it up."
He merely groaned and pushed his head into the rest, trying to hold back on the urge to grind his hips up and shove his dick farther down her throat. She was doing a damn good job of trying to swallow it as it was. Shock and heat flushed him as she got more than half of it in on her second pass. Gentle but eager, her tongue and lips pressed harder with each stroke down, testing his response.
Unable to resist, he lowered his hands to her head and cupped her gently in his palms, guiding her, showing her just how he liked it.
"That's it. Deep like that, harder. I like it hard. God, yes . . . damn, you learn fast."
Following his lead, she took him deep and didn't hold back on the pressure. Grasping the base with her hand, she began working him fast and hard in and out of her mouth, the tiny whimpers coming from her building him just as fast as the sweet enthusiasm she seemed to have for his cock.
"God, she's gonna kill me with that mouth."
"And I'm going to drive off the damn road here in a minute. You're so going to repay this favor and watch her suck me when we get there. Jesus, I can't tell you how hot that is."
"Don't . . . need to. Ah, god." He groaned, putting his hand on the seat and shifting his hips again, barely able to hold still. "Damn, I'm going to come in your mouth like some teenager if you don't slow down." He managed to breathe through the entire sentence without stopping to moan or grunt that time.
She didn't let up or slow down. Her idea seemed to be to push harder, and he felt the tingle in the base of his cock build, his balls drawing up close.
"I'm not kidding . . . ah, shit . . . suck harder . . . god, yeah, that's it." He groaned, forgetting he was going to tell her to stop, that in the truck driving down the road at fifty miles an hour didn't seem the ideal place for him to shoot his load down her throat. Then again, when it came to Carrie, nothing she did seemed less than extraordinary, even a blow job in the front seat of Garrett's truck.
His hips jerking slowly up and down off the seat now, he fought the total lack of control overtaking him, tried not to hear her little whimpers and moans over his cock or pay attention to the fact that Garrett's free hand had slipped beneath her shirt and toyed with the nipple within his reach while she leaned toward him on the bench seat of the truck.
"Stop or I'm going to drown you, I'm telling you." He ground out, teeth clenched, thighs tightened into steel as his cock went iron hard between her lips.
The only response he got was a deep moan, Garrett breathing hard enough for him to hear it, and her free hand cupping his balls.
With the first jerking spasm, his hands flew to her hair as his hips lifted from the seat, and she held him in that perfect moment when his cock was buried in her throat and that first spurt of his seed spilled into her.
"Ah, god, yes . . . fuck yes . . . ." He shouted. Deep, guttural groans came from him with each spray of cum into her mouth. His orgasm felt endless. She took all of him, still licking and sucking him gently through each trembling spasm.
Finally subsiding, he dropped back to the seat and took a deep breath. He sounded like an
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