A 'ride' in the squad car

Without thinking, you jump in after the man; the door to the backseat locking behind you. You're trapped in confined, though surprisingly spacious, quarters with the man you just buttfucked. The cop is in the front seat, ignorant of your presence again, preparing to drive off.

You look up at the drunk man, who gives a glazed expression towards you. He doesn't seem upset, and you quickly notice the man has a subtle grip on his own junk, lightly stroking it. You maneuver yourself into a sitting position next to the man and reach your hand towards the man's junk. He shudders as your hand grazes his skin, closing his eyes and growling. It's only been a minute since he last came, but he seems ready for another round.

You're getting a ride to the police station, it's only fitting that you do the same with him. You wriggle your way close to the man, clambering up onto his leg. You situate yourself on the man's lap, having his cock pinned between your cheeks. What you said before about the backseat being spacious was a lie, as you struggle against the ceiling of the car, trying to get onto the man's dick.

"Fuck me!" you shout, hoping the man will figure this predicament out for you both.

The man suddenly asserts his dominance, pushing you off his lap and laying you down on the plastic seats, while taking a looming position over your body. The fit longways isn't exactly comfortable, but you make it work by spreading your legs with one hanging down onto the floor. You can feel the man's breath on the back of your head, as well as yourself becoming drunk from the **** fumes and sexual musk.

The man's hand explores your rump as he kisses the back of your neck, tracing his fingers along the hairs of your butt. You squirm in your position, being driven wild by the ticklish sensations the man is doing to you. You want him to just enter you and be done with it, but he continues to take his time.

He caresses your butt, drawing his hand up your back. Slowly, his arm wraps around your body, with his hand coiling upward and meeting you at your lips. He takes his finger and hooks your mouth, gently pulling to turn your face meeting his. He leans in, planting his lips onto yours and begins sucking on your tongue. You feel his hands drawing back downward as his tongue explores around your molars.

You grunt as you feel something enter your hole, much too small to be his dick. You feel a second jolt and you conclude it's the man's fingers, giving away tension for his package to fit. You suck air in between the man's snogging, preparing for whatever is to come. You, probably.

The man thrusts, causing you to squeal as his cock enters you like a nail in the coffin. You feel his hand wrapping around your body again, taking your balls into his hand and massaging them in his palm. His thrusts inside you cause you to rethink your strategy every second, barred between the pleasure and pain.

The cop hits a speed bump and you yelp as the man is pressed further into your body, hitting a button inside you that feels like a thousand fireworks in your groin. The man expertly hits it with every thrust and you're certain you aren't going to last much longer, already drenching the seat with your pre.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you think you see your **** happening then and there in pure orgasmic bliss. The man slams into your hole, grunting as he releases his own seed, pulling out half way through to leave his calling card on your cheeks. You lay on your stomach, trying to catch your breath as the car pulls to a halt.

The backdoor opens and the cop pulls the drunk driver out of the backseat. You quickly wriggle your way out onto the pavement, taking a resting position against the squad car's side bumper. The drunk driver looks back, and you share a glance with each other, acknowledging what just happened as he is brought into the precinct.

You get up from your rest and pull your pants up, leaning back onto the squad car to catch your breath before deciding what to do next.