Wendy goes down

Wendy's full, glossy lips took a stunned 'o'-shape as she let out a gasp at the dick slapping her in the face. It stank so fucking bad, and it had touched her! She could feel the rancid cock slime on her cheek, and the head was now right in front of her pretty nose.

"W-what the fuck are you doing?!" she screamed at the man above her, shaking with indignation and fear. It was making her tits jiggle even more enticingly. How did he dare touch her like that?

"Told you already. I got fined because of you, so you gotta work that off. And I think it'll be with those dicksuckers of yours. Don't bite, or you're out of the car." he said, using his hand to rub his member against Wendy's face. He pressed the head against her lips, and grinned.

"Y-you can't do th-" Wendy sputtered, but she was cut off by the driver's hand on the back of her head forcing her down on his cock. "- GLARGH! GLUCK! GLUCK!" the model choked on the dick suddenly shoved into her warm mouth. Tears were running down Wendy's cheeks, smudging her mascara.

"Oh, lighten up, Sidewinders." he laughed, taking his hand off her head to pull at Wendy's nipples. "Can't be the first dick you've sucked, with jugs like that."

The driver was in heaven. If the lap dance felt great, this was even better. With one hand on the wheel and the other on the head of the big-titted bimbo between his legs, he looked at Wendy. Her eyes were looking up at him, and her warm mouth had engulfed his hard cock, slick with her spit. He could feel it sliding down Wendy's throat, while he was guiding her up and down.