Slide his cock between your tits

Crassle is in heaven with your lips gliding up and down around his throbbing cock and your hand massaging his balls. When you pop his dick free from your mouth strands of cummy saliva connect his purple cock head to your glistening lips.

"Ahhhh, don't stop," he complains and pushes your face back towards his cock.

You sit up, kneeling on the car seat next to him, and push your soft d-cups together with your arms.

"Sit back, Mr. Crassle," you coo to him, "I'll give you a real treat."

He sits back on his droopy old butt on the car seat and spreads his legs. You slide down into the roomy footwell of the car and immediately return to sucking his twitching cock. This time you make sure to bathe him in spit, drooling saliva all over his cock until his pubic hair is drenched. You even dip down and suck and lick his balls.

You release his cock from your sucking mouth and kneel upright and then, with a hand holding each soft breast, you lean forward and imprison his dick in the valley of your warm cleavage. Crassle groans as you crush his sensitive shaft, your breasts big enough to nearly swallow his dick completely.

You apply pressure from the sides, looking up at Crassle as you lift yourself up and down on his cock. Crassle watches and groans as his prick fucks in and out of your cleavage, the drooling head popping up above your creamy white mounds with each downward thrust. You lean your head back so he can fully see the action, your nipples are hard as pebbles against your fingertips and the friction is warm against your chest.

"Ahhhh, like that," he moans and squirms, "oh that's fucking amazing, doll. Fuck me with those titties."

"You like that?" you smile up at him.

Your tits slap against his legs, his cock pops up between your cleavage. He begins to thrust up against you, slamming his dick into the velvety vice of your big breasts.

"Take it," he grunts "go on, take it."

"Cum for me," you gasp, tilting your head back so he can watch. "Cum on my tits! Give me that big load!"

"Here it- Ahhh!"

He grunts with each hot eruption of spunk. You continue fucking up and down as his jerking johnson blasts gooey ropes that splash across your neck and fall over the creamy tops of your breasts. The crease of your cleavage fills with cum, his cock nestled and still spewing out more of the warm, white cum. Finally his grunts become groans and you slow down. His eyelids droop and he relaxes back into the seat.

You release his cock from its soft (and now very messy) prison as it begins to shrivel.

"That was great, doll," he says.

"Let me clean you up, Mr. Crassle," you offer and take his cock in your hand.

You tenderly stroke and lick him clean, then making a show of cleaning your cleavage off with a moistened towel from the front seat. You can sense that he wants more from you, but you're anxious to get back to the party and Sara.

You don't speak much more. You both dress quickly and climb out of the car a bit stiff and a bit sweaty. He plants a kiss on your lips, but you don't allow it to linger. You head inside ahead of him and find your way back to Sara as she chats with one of her friends.

"I have returned," you say with a smile.

Sara smiles back and smooths a few strands of your hair back into place. She doesn't ask why you're a bit red-faced and sweaty, but when Crassle enters looking the same way the solution to the mystery is obvious to anyone paying attention.

"I'm glad you survived," Sara jokes. "We can mingle some more if you'd like or get started on that tour."