To store gloves

“Say,” Ian asked Laura as he kept her head in place so that her nose was just about to be pressed against his pelvis, his balls resting comfortably between his cock and her boobs, “does this phone have a camcorder?”

Lacking the opportunity to provide Ian with a spoken answer to his question, Laura simply raised her right hand up in the air and held out her thumb, though he had already proceeded to find that particular application and activate it, hoping that the wet sounds accompanying his cock sliding past her full lips would be recorded as well, just like the gagged noises that she insisted on producing in response to having his cockhead spear its way through her mouth and down her throat again.

The phone was thus able to capture how the rhythmic bobbing of Laura’s head as Ian fucked her mouth caused her shades to crawl down her nose until they finally slid off the tip of her nose just as he thrust himself forwards, causing them to fly off it with such **** that they leapt up into the air and did a somersault.

This, combined with Ian stopping his forward-motion in response to what he was seeing, meant that the shades could come down to land on the half of his cock that had yet to be introduced into Laura’s mouth, with a fat burst of precum shooting down her throat as a result of Ian getting a glance of the gleam in her bright eyes as she looked up at him.

Deciding that chance had just provided him with the opportunity to take the sort of snapshot that could quite easily win a competition such as the one organized by him during the Photography class, Ian simply refused to move his cock even an inch, which Laura didn’t mind as it left her to enjoy the half of it that was plunged into her mouth and down her throat at the same time as she could admire the other half of it as it stood out in front of her, letting her gaze the fat veins that covered it on its way towards his stomach, after which she ran it up his stomach and chest so that she could feel his testes pound against the front of her ample mounds as he produced another heavy burst of prejizz, his cock swelling so much as the fluid shoot through it that it very nearly caused the shades to topple over and fall off it, but he got his picture in the end and felt quite satisfied about that.

His satisfaction wasn’t weakened when Laura began to slowly pull her head back, making sure to keep her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock as she slid backwards until only its purple head remained lodged inside her mouth, and the way in which she moved her tongue against it while simultaneously reaching out to fondle his balls would leave the back of her throat blasted with precum and cause the shades to finally be thrown off his fuckpole to go swirling past her face and land somewhere in front of the driver’s seat.

Worried that Ian might have wanted to snap a second picture of the little scene that they had accidentally set up, and conscious that she bore the indirect responsibility for ruining it, Laura decided to compensate him for it, and did so by first giving his nuts a few loving strokes and then getting as good a hold of his scrotum as was possible for her to accomplish, making sure not to apply too much pressure on it as she pulled it first to her left and then tugged them and back towards her right, with Ian gritting his teeth so hard that he began to fear that they would simply shatter as the super-stacked blonde vixen sitting in front of him with his bell end in her mouth, a gear stick in her slit and his balls in her hand went on to drape his nuts over the base of his cock.

“Thanks,” Ian breathed out, getting a muffled giggle from Laura in return and raising her phone up to take another picture while she gently patted his nuts.

Ian took first one picture and then stopped himself from taking another due to Laura holding up her right hand, waiting patiently for her to thrust herself forwards all the way down his throbbing fucktool until his balls were pumping against her forehead, which Ian deemed was a good enough sight to warrant another snapshot.

Laura too seemed satisfied with their photographic excursions, because she showed no signs of dissent when Ian pushed his balls off the side of his cock and let out a gargled noise as his ballsack swung down underneath his member and resumed expelling a mixture of her spit and his precum that ended up either gleaming against the tanned skin on her chin or to drip down onto her bulging tits, leaving her deep cleavage adorned with a myriad of sparkling gobs as tresses of her shimmering blonde hair stuck out from between the hand that Ian kept against the side of her head so as to make it easier for him to hurl the sheeny length of his cock past her plump lips, being much too focused on what he was doing to really consider the improbability of him having lasted so long without blowing his load.

But while Ian was finding himself being in possession of a truly impressive amount of staying power, Laura could only take having his cock plunged into her mouth and down her throat a few more times while her pussy was raised and lowered onto the gearshift before she suddenly began to slap one of her hands against Ian’s thigh while her cheeks bulged outwards from the scream which she couldn’t release due to the cock-plugged state of her mouth.

Wanting to hear his blonde slut scream out in ecstasy, Ian eased his grip of her head and jerked his hips back to send his cockhead popping out of her mouth, allowing him to treasure the delirious shriek that rose from out of her throat and suddenly unleash a low grunt of his own when Laura, her eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she looked straight ahead and looking for something to hold onto as she rode out her thundering climax, ceased hold of his cock, wrapping her fingers around the bit just behind its spit-coated head.

Just after Laura’s long shriek had turned into a girlish squeal that lasted less than a second, she threw her head back and left her mouth wide-open as the unrelenting sensations of her long, sticky orgasm led her to quite unwittingly thrust her hand away from her, thereby leaving Ian to exclaim a stunned moan as that single flick of her wrist caused all of his fortitude to fade away and a long, heavy streamer of jizz to come bursting out of his cumslit, with Laura not really registering what was happening until the left side of her head was blasted with a sparkling layer of pearly white, reaching all the way from the tip of her nose to the back of her head, down to the base of her throat and leaving her left eye glued shut.

Before Ian had managed to turn his glans downwards and unleash his next plume-shaped release of balljuice, a scattering of girlcum had shot out of Laura’s stuffed pussy and ended up gleaming in tiny dollops all over the centre console, her release of her orgasmic juices being drowned out by the tremendous SPLAT! that accompanied the spray of jizz that left the mesh covering her left tit to appear through the thick, lustrous layer of sperm with which the full, heavy orb had been equipped.

Ian was already keenly aware of the fact that Laura was a truly formidable woman, and all the things about her that he cherished so zealously was illuminated by how she, her pussy still contracting wildly around the gearshift, turned her head towards him to accept his next burst straight in the face, her lips parted wide and her pink tongue thrust out over her bottom lip, her nostrils flaring as a fat gob of balljuice landed directly on her tongue.

A fourth jet of cum followed, at which point Laura had been put in a state where they might as well forget all about going out for lunch without attracting a whole slew of highly stunned questions, such as why her whole face and the left side of the rest of her was utterly drenched with what looked like jizz.

As such it wasn’t any desire to remain inconspicuous, or as inconspicuous as one could possibly appear when accompanied by voluptuous minx quivering in front of him, but rather a desire to show her that her flair for the captivating had begun to rub off on him that Ian to turn on the balls of his feet as soon he spotted in the corner of his eye that he had left the lid to the glove box open after locating her phone.

Recalling that he had found little valuable or particularly sensitive while rifling through her glove box, save for the phone that he was still clutching in one of his hands, Ian made sure that his aim was good and then felt his knees tremble and shake as he released a fifth streamer of cum, noting with satisfaction that it hit the open lid and was ricocheted off it to fly into the glove box itself, becoming aware as the seconds went by that Laura was observing him in stunned silence, the one of her eyes that hadn’t been glued together with spunk keeping a close watch on how her glove box was filled up with jizz that soon began to come flowing out of it.

“Oh fuck,” Laura gasped out happily a few seconds later as she leaned in to lift up the lid and turn the latch to close the glove box, keenly aware of the fact that the final drops of Ian’s latest ejaculation were distending themselves downwards from the tip of his cockhead and swept in to catch it between her lips, moving up until her lips brushed against the underside of Ian’s meaty crown.

“I didn’t want you to stain the seats,” Laura explained her action, rather comically, as both of the seats in her car were already spattered with a ginormous amount of sparkling white gobs.

“Right,” Ian smiled, and slapped the head of his cock against Laura’s outstretched tongue a few times before slipping it back past her lips.

“Mmmm,” Laura purred after she had provided his bell end with another slobbery kiss, “should we continue our little trip?”

Ian was going to respond something to Laura’s question, though it would have been one of those replies where he would know what it was just as he finished saying it, but Laura was moving before he had a chance to do so, lifting herself up so far that the dozens of ropes of her own juices that connected her soaked quim to the equally soaked leather of her gearshift.

“Really,” Laura began as she placed her hands on the driver’s seat and her knees on the passenger’s, wiggling her ass as an invitation for Ian to have his way with her, “we ought to get going right now if we don’t want to get bogged down here.”

“I agree completely,” Ian said, though his actions contradicted his words in that the bell-shaped tip of his cock made its way towards the puffy lips of her foaming sex.

“Good!” Laura cried out as Ian’s cockhead disappeared into her pussy.