Fuck me driver daddy

The void inside DJ’s ass took over his body as he panted out. “Fuck me, please.” The quiet words shocked both of them as they sat there. Finally realizing he was wasting his chance, the driver turned and began to pull around the back of the building.

Sitting in the car, DJ’s breath became ragged as he realized what was about to happen. Even worse, PK decided to pipe up. ‘You know, I’m impressed. You are the first of your branches to go total whore! Good job butt buddy!’

DJ wanted to fight back, wanted to tell her he wasn’t a whore. But the leaking cage and the fact that he had dry humped a seat belt buckle for five minutes proved him completely wrong. As the SUV pulled into a parking spot, the driver exited the car and opened up the rear driver side door. Finally getting a good look at the guy made DJ groan, although to the driver it sounded more like a moan of pleasure.

The driver was easily in his mid forties, overweight, with a receding hairline and an unkempt beard. Still, DJ could easily see the bulge that pressed out against the older man’s jorts. “So, we fucking in here or you wanna bend over the hood?”

DJ’s mind tried to picture both and figure out what would be worse. Over the hood and he wouldn’t have to see what was actually happening. Maybe he could let his mind wander and simply ride the feelings he knew would take over. On the other hand, while in the car it was much less likely for them to be seen it also meant that the driver would be all over him.

“Well? We doing this or not slut?” The driver’s tone showed that he was anxious to get this started. The word slut also hammered into DJ’s mind and sparked a deep breath from the desire it spawned.

Comment if you want to see DJ get fucked in the car. Right now the hood will be the current path.