Start stroking Derek's massive cock while Tyler drives

Tyler's SUV, driving through unknown city, at 3:23 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

Your hand reaches out instinctively, fingers wrapping around the thick base of Derek's cock through his jeans. Even soft, you can feel the massive girth—your fingers don't meet around the circumference. Derek groans immediately, his hips lifting off the seat.

"Fuck yes," he growls, already working his zipper down with fumbling hands. "Been waiting for this since the bathroom."

You help him shove his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, and his enormous cock springs free, slapping heavily against his stomach. Up close, it's even more intimidating—twelve inches of thick, veiny meat, the head already flushed dark purple and glistening with precum. Your small hand looks almost comical wrapped around the base.

"Jesus Christ, Natalia," Derek breathes as you begin stroking him, your hand barely covering half his length on each stroke. "Your hand feels so fucking good."

"Let me get in there," Marcus says from beside you, and suddenly his hand is sliding between your thighs from behind, fingers immediately finding your soaking wet pussy. You gasp as two of his fingers push inside you without resistance, your inner walls clenching around the intrusion.

"Oh fuck, Marcus," you moan, your head falling back against the seat. His fingers curl inside you, searching for that spot, while his thumb finds your swollen clit and begins rubbing slow circles.

Derek's hand comes up to grip the back of your head, fingers tangling in your long dark hair. "Don't just stroke it," he says, his voice rough with need. "Put that pretty mouth on it. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock while Marcus fingers your cunt."

The crude command makes your pussy clench around Marcus's fingers. You lean forward, having to bend awkwardly in the cramped SUV, and extend your tongue to lap at the bulbous head of Derek's massive cock. The taste of his precum—salty and musky—floods your mouth, different from Marcus's but equally intoxicating.

"That's it," Derek encourages, pressing your head down. "Open wide, baby. See how much you can take."

You stretch your jaw as wide as it'll go and manage to get just the thick head past your lips. It's almost too much—your jaw aches immediately from the stretch, and you've barely taken any of his length. Behind you, Marcus adds a third finger to your pussy, stretching you deliciously while maintaining that maddening rhythm on your clit.

"Fuck, Tyler, find somewhere to park," Evan says from the front seat, his voice strained. You can see him palming his own erection through his jeans. "I can't watch this while you're driving. We're gonna crash."

"There's a park up ahead," Tyler responds, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "Secluded parking lot. We can fold down the seats and really get into it."