Lean over and suck Derek's massive cock while Marcus fingers you to help pass the time

Tyler's SUV, driving through unknown city, at 3:29 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You lean back over Derek's lap, your pink crop top riding up to expose the underside of your heavy breasts. His massive cock throbs in front of your face, the thick shaft so imposing that your mouth waters instinctively. Behind you, Marcus's fingers continue their steady rhythm inside your soaking pussy, three digits stretching your inner walls while his thumb circles your swollen clit with practiced pressure.

"Fuck yes," Derek groans as you wrap your lips around the bulbous head of his cock again. Even with your jaw stretched as wide as it'll go, you can barely accommodate his girth. The taste of his precum—thick and salty—coats your tongue as you try to take him deeper, managing maybe three inches before your throat protests.

"That's it, baby," Derek encourages, his hand tangling in your long dark hair to guide your bobbing motions. "Get it nice and wet. You're gonna need all that spit when I split that tight pussy open."

Marcus's fingers curl inside you at Derek's crude words, finding that sensitive spot that makes your entire body clench. "She's getting wetter," Marcus observes, his voice thick with arousal. "Her cunt is absolutely dripping down my hand. She likes hearing about Derek's big cock."

You moan around the thick shaft filling your mouth, the vibration making Derek buck his hips upward. His cock slides deeper, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Drool spills from the corners of your stretched lips, running down his veiny length.

"Jesus Christ, I can't focus on driving," Tyler complains from the front seat, his eyes constantly flicking to the rearview mirror. "Evan, you're navigating. Tell me when to turn."

"Left at the next light," Evan responds, his voice strained. You can see him adjusting his erection through his jeans, his knuckles white as he grips the door handle. "Then straight for six blocks."

Marcus adds a fourth finger to your pussy without warning, stretching you obscenely. You cry out around Derek's cock, your hips grinding back against the penetration. The fullness is intense—four of Marcus's fingers are nearly as thick as an average cock, and they're working you relentlessly.

"Fuck, she just took four fingers," Marcus announces, his free hand gripping your hip to hold you steady. "Her pussy is so fucking ready. She's gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock."

"Around all our cocks," Derek corrects, his grip tightening in your hair as he begins fucking your mouth with shallow thrusts. "This pretty little mouth is just the beginning. We're gonna use every hole she's got."

The crude promise makes your pussy clench hard around Marcus's fingers, another gush of arousal coating his hand. Your Bimbo-addled mind can only focus on the pleasure—the thick cock stretching your jaw, the fingers pumping into your dripping cunt, the promise of more to come.

"Two more minutes," Evan says quietly, and you can hear the desperate need in his voice. "My house is the blue one at the end of the cul-de-sac."