Cash or Ass

"Cash or ass baby. I don't have the time to get fucked around."

He pulls the can around to behind a nearby strip mall and puts it in park. His hairy arm stretches across the center console and rests on your knee just where the shorts end. Biting your lip you don't see any other way out of it. Maybe you don't want to. That magic has definitely gotten to you and that warm sensation from your pussy is getting more and more apparent.

"I'm so happy we could come to an agreement. I really, really appreciate this."

You try your best to be seductive as you slowly lean over and towards his lap. The ratty cargo shorts aren't hiding his bulge well at all and you can't help but feel a little bit excited. A little effort and his shorts and boxers are just above his knees and his half hard cock is twitching it's way to a full erection. Leaning in he holds it up towards your lips and it lips into your mouth. For some insane reason the smell of sweat and balls doesn't turn you off. Hell it even excites you a bit. Cradling his cock in your mouth and slowly bobbing down and up again, using your tongue flat against his shaft and then tickling the head as you come up. He slowly begins to lean back and rests his hand on your ass. It doesn't take long for you to get pretty deep, do you have a gag reflex anymore? Not surprising, the caller is trying to get you in trouble after all.

It doesn't take long before you can hear his breath becoming more and more ragged, his hips coming up to meet you. You start to come off so he can cum on his own lap but he has other plans. With both hands on the back of your head he thrusts all the way up. The stream of seed pumping right past your tonsils as he grunts and shoots his load.