Unzip Ronnie and start sucking

You give Ronnie's zipper a tug, but Ronnie reaches down and stops you.

"Babe, there's a guy looking right at us," he whispers.

"Let him look all he wants, it's going to be impossible for me to suck your cock through those pants."

Ronnie laughs and holds his hands away in surrender. You give his zipper a yank and out pops his dripping, purple-headed cock, straight through the fly of his trousers. It looks huge beside your small hands and honestly it's a good size. Ronnie looks at you, face red, grinning like an idiot. The guy that was getting into the car is starting to walk around to Ronnie's door.

You wrap your hand once more around the hot pole of Ronnie's prick and give it a squeezing stroke that produces a pearl of precum at the tip. You lean down, holding it there, the flesh of his cock bunched up beneath the head as you hold his cock stretched. You turn your face and look up at Ronnie as you stick your tongue out and flick it against the precum. The taste is salty-sweet and familiar. You flick his slit and tease the bulbuous ridges of his cockhead with the tip of your tongue. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as the man walks up to Ronnie's window and stands watching up close as you lick your date's cock.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Ronnie says, resting a hand lightly on the back of your head. "Kiss it. Let me feel your lips against it. Oh, that's good. Now suck on it. Put that big cock in your mouth."

You press your lips firmly against the head of his cock and hold them tightly closed, wedging them open as you descend down on lubed cockhead. Your lips remain tight as the warm, moistness of your mouth is filled with his hot cockhead. He groans as you engulf him in your mouth and tease his prick with your tongue, sliding lower and lower, down the shaft, until the fat head of his cock presses against the back of your throat. You look up and catch sight of the guy standing outside the car window. You can't see his face, just his blue polo shirt and his fist as he is working his hand feverishly up and down a fairly small cock. Ronnie's much bigger prick filling your mouth stifles your laughter and you return your attention to your date, looking him in the eye as you swallow, forcing the cock into your throat.

"Ohhhhh fuck," Ronnie moans as you gulp and hold his cock in your throat. It's buried all the way down to the base, your nostrils tickled by his musky pubes. You swallow several times, your throat muscles giving Ronnie's dick a rippling workout. Once you're sure you aren't going to gag you slowly pull back up and pop your lips from his cock and take a deep breath. Your eyes are watering a little but you lean back in and kiss and stroke his cock.

"Oh baby," Ronnie says, smoothing your hair from your face, "If you do that again you're going to make me blast a load."

What a charming way with words. You flick your tongue along the ridges of his cockhead and glance sideways. That guy standing beside the car is still jerking off and now his cock is dark red in color and the window is smeared with precum. As you look he taps quietly at the window and curls his finger. He even leans his face down and you see it's a fairly handsome guy in his late 20s or early thirties, sort of a chubby face with a goatee, but he's not a fat guy. He actually points to his cock as if you hadn't gotten his message.

Can you split your attention? Should you focus entirely on your date? Make a show of it for the guy outside the car?