Ask Marcus to fuck you right now before you reach the park

Tyler's SUV, driving through unknown city, at 3:26 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You pull your mouth off Derek's massive cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his swollen head before snapping. "Marcus," you gasp, turning to look at him over your shoulder while his fingers continue working inside your dripping pussy. "I need you inside me right now. Please. I can't wait until we get to the park."

Marcus's eyes darken with hunger, his recently softened cock already beginning to stiffen again at your desperate plea. "Fuck yes," he growls, withdrawing his slick fingers from your cunt. You whimper at the sudden emptiness.

"Wait, hold on," Evan interrupts from the front seat, twisting around to look back at you. His face is flushed, his pupils dilated with arousal despite his words. "Tyler's driving through residential streets. If we start fucking back there and someone sees, we're even more fucked than we already are with mall security."

"He's right," Tyler adds reluctantly, though his eyes keep flicking to the rearview mirror to watch you. "We need somewhere private."

"My house," Evan says suddenly, his voice cracking slightly. "My parents are out of town this whole weekend. We'd have complete privacy. Multiple beds. A shower. Nobody would see anything."

Derek shifts beside you, his enormous cock still jutting obscenely from his open jeans. "How far?"

"Ten minutes," Evan replies. "Maybe less if Tyler speeds."

You bite your lip, your entire body trembling with need. Marcus's fingers are still glistening with your juices, and you can smell your own arousal thick in the confined space of the SUV. Ten minutes feels like an eternity when your Libido Overdrive is screaming for immediate satisfaction.

Marcus cups your face with his clean hand, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip. "Can you wait that long for me, Natalia?" he asks, his voice low and commanding. "Can you be a good girl and wait until we get to Evan's?"

The way he phrases it—asking if you can be good for him specifically—makes your pussy clench around nothing. You want to please Marcus. You need to please him. "Yes," you hear yourself whisper. "I can wait. For you."

"Good girl," Marcus murmurs, and the praise sends a warm flush through your entire body that has nothing to do with arousal.

Tyler's already making a U-turn, heading toward Evan's neighborhood. Derek groans in frustration beside you, his massive cock still achingly hard and untended.

"Somebody better at least keep touching her," Derek demands. "I want to watch that pussy stay wet and ready."

Marcus's hand slides back between your thighs without hesitation, two fingers pushing inside you again. You moan and arch your back, spreading your legs wider in the cramped backseat.