Car job.

About ten minutes later, Beth's car rocked a little in its parking space far to the back of the lot, away from other cars. Kyle was in the driver's seat, and he grunted softly as Beth's head bobbed on his cock. "I wish... ah... you had let me hit the showers first... I'm all sweaty...fuck...." He ran his hands down Beth's back in a way that pleased her as she slurped and slobbered.
"I like your stink..." she said. It wasn't totally a lie; the whole truth was that she simply hadn't been willing to wait.

Beth bobbed furiously on that salty prick, not caring in the slightest about the smell or the sweaty taste. In fact, she though his musk was driving her even more wild than if he had showered. She bottomed out over and over, gagging as the head of his cock buried itself between her tonsils. She could feel her throat bulge.
"Fuck... that's so good... you're so good at that." Kyle whispered, with one hand on the back of her head and another grabbing her ass.