Luis Perez

Luis Perez was jerking his fat, nine-inch Mexican cock in his car. It was almost midnight, and he'd just gotten off work. He was parked at the edge of this alley, the car cloaked in shadow. One benefit to having patrolled the streets was he knew just wear to be for true privacy.

"Mmm, Carrie, you fucking puta, take this dick..." He wasn't sure why he was fixated on her. He shouldn't be fixated on anyone. He was married to Amy, his high school sweetheart, who was 8 months pregnant. But she never had a high sex drive, and he did. And Carrie, at least fantasy Carrie, did too.

"Mmm, want to fuck that white pussy," he hissed, squirting rope after rope of cum into a napkin, with one rope staining his shirt. He took a few minutes to compose himself, the windows slightly fogged up. Before he could put the car in drive, there was a tap on the window. It was Carrie. She was dressed in high heels, a short skirt, and a top that showed off her midriff and her delicious C-cup tits. If he didn't know her, he'd probably have suspected her of being a hooker.

"Luis, I thought this was your car! God, I haven't seen you in ages, you look good!" Carrie said perkily.

"Good, Carrie, just heading home to Amy..." Carrie leaned in, looking him in the eye.

"I like this spot. Maybe I'll see you around this spot. And wipe up that stain before you get home." Carrie smirked, walking away, her hips moving just like a hooker's.