Brian forces Andrea to give him road head

With one hand on the wheel, Brian managed to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and slide them and his boxers down to release his giant rock hard member.

Andrea was conscious but just barely, so Brian took the opportunity to push ‘her’ head down onto his lap, arousing Andrea as he did so, who only had time to gasp before he pushed ‘her’ head directly onto his crotch, the magnum dingus sliding right into Andrea’s mouth and down ‘her’ throat.

Andrea choked in surprise for a little before being allowed to exit and gasp for air.

“Babe… don’t you think it’s like a little dangerous for me to be giving you road head?”, asked Andrea, hiding the fury bubbling within ‘her’ at the actual sexual **** that just took place at the behest of ‘her’ best friend.

“Well babe, I gotta be honest with you, I’m falling asleep at the wheel here. There’s a motel where we can sleep it off a little ways ahead of us, but I need something to keep me awake on the way there. You don’t wanna crash, do you?”, Brian mischievously asked with a cocky grin.

‘Oh you fucking son of a bitch bastard fuck you piece of shit chauvinistic douchebag pig jesus fucking christ I wanna throttle you asshole…’, thought Andrew, who instead stated “Well, if it’ll like, help…”, and begrudgingly descended upon Brian’s monster hog, taking in the familiar musky, salty tang of precum and feeling hatred for himself in the pit of his stomach for being willing to **** himself so.

Licking, spitting on, swallowing, rubbing, and **** on the dick for twenty minutes, Andrea finally got Brian to cum.

With nowhere to go, ‘she’ formed a tight vacuum seal around the bellend and hesitantly, yet efficiently swallowed every spirt of jungle juice that erupted from the urethral orifice, as Brian moaned in appreciation, swerving the car a little.

“Damn babe, I swear you getter better at that each time!”, congratulated Brian.