Keep sucking Derek while Marcus fingers you until you arrive at Evan's house

Tyler's SUV, approaching Evan's neighborhood, at 3:32 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You redouble your efforts on Derek's massive cock, hollowing your cheeks as you suck hard on the thick head. Your saliva runs down his veiny shaft in thick strands, making obscene wet sounds as you bob your head.

"She's got potential," Marcus murmurs behind you, his four fingers pumping steadily into your soaking pussy. "But she can take more. Can't you, Natalia?"

The way he phrases it as a statement rather than a question makes your body respond before your mind can process. "Mmhmm," you moan around Derek's cock, trying to nod.

"Fucking prove it then," Derek growls, both hands gripping your hair now. "Open that throat up. I want to feel you choke on it."

Marcus's fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot. "Relax your throat," he instructs, his voice commanding. "You can do this for us."

You force yourself to breathe through your nose and relax your jaw as Derek presses your head down. His enormous cock slides deeper—four inches, five inches—and then your throat spasms around his girth. You gag hard, your eyes watering, but Marcus's fingers don't stop their relentless rhythm.

"There you go," Derek praises as you fight through the reflex and take him deeper. "Fuck yes, that's it. Swallow around it."

You manage to get nearly six inches down your throat before you have to pull back, gasping and drooling. The SUV makes a sharp turn.

"Evan's street," Tyler announces, his voice strained. "Thirty seconds."

"Don't stop now," Marcus commands, adding pressure to your clit with his thumb. "Make Derek cum. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my fingers when you orgasm together."

The crude directive sends a jolt straight to your core. You take Derek's cock back into your mouth and force yourself down, taking him deeper than before. Your throat bulges obscenely around his thickness as you swallow convulsively.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Derek chants, his hips bucking upward. "Gonna fucking cum. Gonna fill that throat with cum."

Marcus's fingers pound into you harder, his thumb circling your clit with devastating precision. "Cum for me, Natalia," he orders. "Cum on my fingers right now."

The SUV pulls into a garage and stops. Derek's cock swells impossibly thicker in your throat and then erupts, thick ropes of hot cum shooting directly down your esophagus. The sensation triggers your own orgasm—your pussy clenches violently around Marcus's four fingers as waves of pleasure crash through your body. You moan around Derek's spurting cock, your entire body shaking as both orgasms hit simultaneously.

"Fucking Christ," Tyler breathes from the front seat. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

You pull off Derek's softening cock with a wet gasp, cum and saliva dripping from your swollen lips. Marcus slowly withdraws his drenched fingers from your still-spasming pussy.

"Garage door's closing," Evan says quietly, hitting a button. "We're completely private now."