...he gives you a ride.

Martin was having the time of his life recording you worshipping his cock, even getting you to make a few poses for him... was this really THE Sunny Brights? He didn't know if he managed to get you particularly drunk on the right day or your previous guys were all keeping those kind of vids a secret to safeguard your rep. He didn't really care though, not while you were deep-throating him in his car in an empty park of the suburbs.

Right, an empty park... as soon as he thought of it, he could stand it any more.
He pulled your head off his cock and then stuck his tongue down your throat, giving you a very deep kiss before ordering "Out the car, now"

Entranced by his kiss you nodded and did as asked, getting out the car and getting embraced by him as soon as he came around to you. And then?
He simply swept you off your feet, pulling you up in his arm and swooping in for some passionate making out.

By the time you regained your senses, he was laying you down on the car hood while he positioned himself in between your spread legs, ready to resume the smooching. Your pants? Already discarded on the ground, only your creamy panties left to hide your kitty.

What came after... was another heated session of smooching, tonguing, groping, moaning... it was all so hot and passionate, and not having your rationale to hold back your most primitive female instincts and needs meant that right now not only you were in heat, but you also followed the stimuli and temptations it gave you without any reservation whatsoever.

Before you knew it both your tops were off, your soft breasts pushing and grinding against his sculpted chest, sharing your heat and adding fuel to the flame of your lusts... flames which just couldn't wait any more, not with the towering maleness freed from the confines of his pants and now rubbing against your slit, your panties shifted to the side and useless to prevent any kind of penetration.

And indeed, it wasn't long before you got penetrated.
How could it not happen, when he was so slick with your saliva and your slit so sloppy with all the jizz previously unloaded in you behind the club? It couldn't even be called dry humping considered how much lubrication there was, and sure enough it wasn't long before he was humping in you rather than against you.

Much to your happiness, your arms winding around his back as he gave you all the cock you needed, firm and deep thrusts that made you laugh and moan aloud, delighted by this unexpected but very welcomed dicking... maybe you'd say otherwise if you were sober enough, but right now you were loving every second of it.