With her throat.

As the car went off, Dylan took Daisy by the hand and made her hold him. “Let’s start with your throat first,” he said, and cupping her head, he pulled her toward him. Daisy did not fight him. In fact, she moaned as she took him into her mouth and guided him to the edge of her throat. Saliva gathered around her lips, forming a ring around his cock where she tightened the seal. This saliva was forced out by the sheer, meaty girth of him but still served to wet him as she sucked. Holding him, she stroked him with one hand while cupping his balls with the other. Each downstroke of her head as she sucked him forced a gurgle from her.

Dylan gasped and his head lulled as wet pleasure surrounded him. He groaned, suddenly struck as she throated him once as an experiment. Daisy heard him and purred in response, taking him to almost half his length on her second attempt to throat him. Compared to her husband, or even to her well-hung ex, Dylan was larger and larger still. His age added another appeal, a strange but flattering taboo that further stoked her flames. He might have been plain, even a bit scrawny, but his powerful dick made him special.

Holding her hands flat around his cock, Daisy took him deeper, remembering the forceful power of his throat stretching face-fucking as she did. This display of erotic need was revealing to him, proving to him that while he was young, he had proved himself a man to her on that day at the parking lot. Daisy realized that, too, and comparing him now to the milquetoast version of himself from the day before, she was able to merge the two disparate images of him into one cohesive, eleven-inch whole.

Dylan, comforted by her hunger, gathered her hair in one hand and let her work. He touched her wherever he pleased and earned no reprisal for it. Save for quiet moans when he pleased her, he was allowed to tease her as he pleased. Dylan was well-endowed but inexperienced, and his failure with Summer had left him with both a broken heart and a broken spirit. With Caleb gone and Daisy throating him, however, Dylan felt empowered to take what was rightfully his. He had never intended to do this to start with, of course, but felt suddenly emboldened after their run in at the store. Now, he reveled in the success.

After exploring her body with a caressing hand, he settled on her bottom and gave it a squeeze. She moaned around him, and Dylan tightened his grip and forced her deeper with a grin. “Yeah, like that, Daisy? You like having my big cock stretching your throat? How does William compare, huh? Can you choke on him like you choke on me?”

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