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“Holy fuck!” Trey yelped as his cock slid deep into his girlfriend’s mouth with an unnatural ease.

The baseball star had quickly pulled his truck into an empty parking lot nearby and moved into the back seat with his girlfriend, who pulled off his pants with a speed he hadn’t seen before. His hard cock hadn’t been exposed for more than a second before Bree latched on to him, her lips and tongue massaging his glans as her hands planted themselves to his thighs.

That driver roleplay must have had a much stronger effect on her than he expected, he thought, his girlfriend’s hands sliding up his legs to cup his balls as she pulled her lips up to his tip.

Bree pulled herself off of him with a pop and panted, her eyes not meeting his, but instead locked in on his member. She gripped him and let her hand be coated in her spit as she slowly stroked him.

Bree’s brain was overtaken by the scene she witnessed as they were leaving: Logan with his hand on Gia’s neck, forcing her down onto his lap. She saw it every time she closed her eyes, she felt the ghost of Logan’s hand on her waist where he caught her, felt his breath on her neck as he hurried away to Gia’s car. She imagined if that hand had traveled a bit higher, trailing up her chest, cupping her breast, wrapping around her throat. She took one of her hands away from Trey and moved it between her legs, pressing against the hot crotch of her leggings.

“Ohhhh babe…” Her boyfriend moaned, pulling Bree out of her trance as a pang of guilt washed over her. She was here with her boyfriend and she was thinking of someone else. A quick glance toward Trey showed he was none the wiser. She brought herself back, once again taking Trey into her mouth.

Trey moaned as Bree sank back down, her tongue and lips massaging his entire length. The hand between her legs slid underneath her waistband, stroking her pussy over her panties as she licked and sucked her boyfriend’s cock.

She let out a low hum that sent a shiver up Trey’s spine. He curled one hand into a fist, the other he moved to run through Bree’s hair, his fingers on her scalp. He felt her tongue run up and down the underside of his shaft, swirling around his length before plunging down to his base.

Bree slowly worked herself up more and more while she pleasured him, her fingers finding her clit underneath her underwear and her eyes finding Trey’s as he rested a hand in her hair. Trey’s touch was nice, but nice wasn’t what Bree was interested in right now. All she could think about was Logan’s girlfriend being choked as he ravaged her. She imagined what it felt like to be manhandled like that. She felt that hand around her slender neck and pistoned her fingers inside of her, fucking herself hard as she worked Trey’s knob. Without thinking, she let her boyfriend’s cock sink deeper into her mouth. She felt him against her tonsils and finally felt choked as she gagged on his rod. Her fingers worked her into a froth as she treated herself so roughly. She was so close when she felt his cum hit her throat.

“Holy shit!” Trey moaned as his cock pulsed in Bree’s mouth. One hand stayed on her scalp as he emptied his balls into her throat.

Bree sat up, quietly swallowing her boyfriend’s cum as he laid back, steeped in bliss. Bree removed her hand from her crotch and discreetly wiped it off on the upholstery of the back seat. Trey was happy, but her head was swimming with conflicting feelings of guilt and pure lust.