Give her a break.

John gave Doe's cute tit a final squeeze, his cock throbbing in unison with the act, and let go of her breast. He scanned his surrounding, and was satisfied to see that nobody was around who had noticed his and Doe's little argument. John swiftly opened his car door and threw Doe in the front passenger seat. He then sat himself behind the wheel and sped out of the multi-story car park.

John lifted the storage compartment open and pulled out a small penknife. He slid the penknife out of its case menacingly. "If you don't want this blade fucking your cute pussy, you better start making me happy."

"What do you want me to do?" Doe whimpered fearfully. John said that he wanted her to beg him to allow her to suck on his erect penis, a smirk on his face. She hesitated for a moment; John slid the penknife further, and pointed at her with it.

"I want... pl- please let me suck on your hard dick, John.." She whispered. John undid his fly and pulled his rod free from his boxers, giving her a physical reply.

Next to him, Doe lowered herself face-down and took him in her mouth. He gasped in pleasure as her soft lips wrapped around his rock-hard erection. She tasted the tip of his penis tentatively with her tongue, then licked it boldly, her tongue slobbering saliva around the tip of his penis. Her head bobbed up and down as she continued pleasuring him orally, her hair swinging back and forth.

John moaned at the sensation. It felt absolutely delightful. Full of saliva and John's pre-cum, Doe's mouth made a nice sloshy sound as it stroked his dick.

"You're good at this, you little whore. Betcha did this before with lots of other dudes didn't you? You're like a $5 BJ slut." John spit the words at her through his gritted teeth. Doe gave no response to his words; she was too occupied with sucking and licking his penis. In fact, she was sucking his long member as if she was drinking through a straw. John was already having a hard time driving straight. Doe's wet, sexy blowjob was far too distracting.