Starts to lick you

Amy adjusts her ponytail, tucking it under the collar in the back of her shirt. Then she bends down, holding you steady with one hand, bringing her lips close. When she grazes your cock, you moan, and wriggle. She continues to nuzzle you, kissing the length of your cock, running its head around her lips, letting you feel her breath on your testicles. It’s hypnotic, a slow tease that don’t dare interrupt.

“Now, hold still,” she whispers. She brings her lips back to the head of your cock, then lowers herself onto you, letting you slide through her lips, deep into her mouth. You groan as her lips inch their way down your shaft, until she’s taken nearly all of you.

She moves just as slowly back up, letting you enjoy the feel of her lips and tongue, and when she reaches your tip, she releases you for a moment, taking a deep gasp of air. Then she works her way down again, swallowing you slowly, gently.

What follows is a fevered haze of slow gulps and long licks. She maintains her deliberate pace, down and then up, drawing out each motion. At some point you become sure that if she gave you a few rapid sucks, you’d explode, but she doesn’t let you finish that quickly. The moments when she pauses at the tip of your cock become maddening. You want to thrust into her, to fuck her mouth, but she’s in the position of power. She keeps firm hold of your cock, making sure that you only get what she gives you.

And then, at the end of one downstroke, she lingers. Instead of withdrawing, she holds you in her mouth, drawing her tongue along the underside of your shaft. This is the moment of attention you’ve been craving. The feel of her warm mouth around your cock fills your entire body, and you ride that intense pleasure, clutching at the seat and arching your back.

A gentle squeeze of her hand around the base of your cock is all it takes to trigger you. You shout, trying to thrust up, but her weight on your thighs holds you in place. She keeps her lips locked around you, letting you release your full load into her mouth, burst after burst. You see stars, gasp for breath.

When your fury abates, she reaches up with a hand, and pats your chest reassuringly. Then she starts to draw away from you, still moving slowly, giving you one last thrill as her sticky lips trail up the length of your tender cock. She looks up at you, smirking, her mouth full. Then she leans over, snatches a box of tissues from between the front seats, plucks out a tissue and spits into it.

At some point, the rain stopped. You don’t hear anything outside but a few drops falling from the trees onto the roof of the SUV.

After a few more tissues, Amy’s face and mouth are clean. “That was fun,” she says, smiling and patting your bare thigh. “I have to go, though. You probably don’t want to move, but you probably should before the person who owns this car shows up.”

With a flirty wave, she pops the door open, slips out into the street, and continues her jog.