Round two

She doesn’t waste time. Her hands move to my hips, urging me to change my position. “Lie down,” she says firmly, like she’s giving me an order. “Just stretch out along the seat.”

I do, kicking my pants free of my feet with her help after she pulls off my shoes. It feels awkward at first in the back of the moving vehicle, but I straighten out and slide down so my head’s near the armrest of the door and my hips are in the middle of the bench. The leather is cool against my upper back.

She moves a little higher up my body and tells me, “Turn on your side a touch so you’re facing a little more toward me.” I continue to follow her directions, as she tugs her dress a little higher so she can spread her legs wider for balance.

I’m kinda on my side, but not fully, and she props an arm on the seat, grips me, and sets herself to work. She leans forward, pulling her hair over her far shoulder and takes me back into her mouth, using her hand alongside it once more. My girth never really seems to faze her too much, and I watch as her already swollen lips stretch and drag along the top quarter of my dick. She expertly works the head with her tongue some more, swirling, then sucking, then, unlike last time, she starts taking even more, an inch at a time. Using both hands now, they stroke what her lips haven’t captured, twisting gently and spreading her saliva down my shaft.

I groan, propping my head on one of my hands so I can watch when her head isn’t blocking the view. When I can’t see anything, I steal the opportunity to look at the way her ass is jutting out behind her, bouncing along with the movement of her head.

She pulls off for a second, breathing hard. “Try to keep from tensing up so much,” she whispers. “Let me line it up.”

I do my best to relax, and I’m enthralled when she repositions herself and my dick. Leaning forward more, she takes me into her mouth again. Being sure to not rush it at first, as if testing how my size will fit, I see my shaft disappear a little deeper. A moment later, I feel the back of her throat quiver when my head presses against it, resist, then gives way as she pushes past her gag reflex. I can’t believe what I’m seeing from my angle when I watch her, the eye I can see squeeze tight. Next thing I know, her nose brushes the soft expanse between my groin and my hip. She holds there until she’s involuntarily swallowing around me in ripples of her throat, then pulls back to take a deep breath through her nose.

At the same time that she pulls me from her throat, her hands are right back to following her lips so practically no part of my turgid member goes neglected. The sensation alone is overwhelming enough, but the mental piece of being deep-throated for the first time is better than I ever realized it would be. It’s tight in a different way because of how her throat flexes, but there’s the bonus of her tongue teasing me in ways that a vagina’s never done. It’s like a soft vibration when she moans in an effort to keep me as deep as she can, for as long as she can.

When it seems like she’s beginning to adjust to my size, she starts a rhythm of going deep, holding, pulling back, and repeating. Each time she takes me fully until her throat opens a little easier, her gag reflex settling down so that she’s taking me to the root with practically no effort.

I’m panting, trying not to thrust, and my body starts to go a little more tense from the effort to restrain myself. She doesn’t let up, and strokes the base with her hand on every backstroke of her mouth. Finding her groove, the other hand starts fondling my balls like earlier, and tugging them gently. The noises turn to slurps as her throat produces excess saliva in response to my repeated intrusion down her gullet.

It gets increasingly harder to hold still, and my hips twitch involuntarily, chasing the warmth and softness of her mouth. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Sofia, who gives a small, encouraging nod. It’s barely perceptible, but enough to get my attention.

She pulls my sack gently toward her lips, pulling at my balls, while keeping her other hand stroking my cock. I’m not sure what she’s aiming for, but the sight of her watering eyes is starting to get the better of me, and I have to fight to stay relaxed, like she asked me to earlier.

A moment later, she pulls off, sucking hard as if she’s actively making as loud a pop as she can, then gasping in a wild, excited breath that makes her chest heave. Her eyes are glassy around the blown-out pupils.

“It’s okay,” she whispers hoarsely after stretching out her throat with my cock. “You don’t have to just sit there at this point. I think I can take it by now if… Well, if you want to fuck my throat.”

Before I can process the words, she leans down and sucks one of my balls fully into her mouth, tonguing it in a swirling motion. What she just said rips a groan out of me, and to top it off, now that I can see my cock, her is lipstick smeared up and down my spit covered length, and blotting the purplish head in the dark velvety matte burgundy that had adorned her face. My cock jumps hard enough to bounce up against my stomach.

She releases the nut she’s slurping on, then drags her tongue in a long, flat stripe up the underside of my shaft. The second she reaches the head, she seals her lips around it again, and looks up at me through the corner of her eye, as if she’s waiting for me to do something.

I hesitate for half a second, then reach out and cautiously grab a good portion of her thick, luscious hair. I start slow, having never done anything like this before, and barely move my hips, just testing her reaction with a shallow thrust into the wet welcoming orifice.

She nods again, making a garbled “Mhm” noise, vibrating around me in encouragement.

Trusting her, I tighten my grip in her hair, then press against the back of her head to push deeper. She meets me halfway, expertly relaxing her throat, and letting me slide in further with each tentative thrust. It seems like any resistance is gone along with her gag reflex, welcoming me home.

With no signs of her struggling, I pick up speed. I can see her one eye close again, focusing entirely on the rhythm, and sucking hard on every backstroke. Within moments the slurps give way to a gluck-gluck-gluck, as her saliva drips from her chin and my length rapidly plows into her mouth.

I’m fucking her throat, I think to myself. I’m fucking Sofia’s fucking throat for my birthday, in the back of a limo she got me.

She takes it like a champ as I use more **** each time. By the end, her nose and lips are bouncing off my pelvis on every fervent thrust, flexing her throat around me but never trying to slow me down. Having abandoned using her hands, one is braced between my thighs, and the other is on the edge of the seat at her side.

I’m getting close and don’t let up. Her moans and glugs are constant now, causing her eyes to alternate between squeezing shut and trying to look over at me to judge where I’m at. Even from this angle, her expression seems triumphant for taking what I’m giving her.

She wants this. She wants me to bust a nut in her throat. With one final hard thrust, pulling her head into my groin, my hips stutter, and a rough groan rips out of me as I bury myself as deep as I can and shoot down her throat. The first rope goes off while I’m jammed in as far as I can get, and she swallows with a “Mmph,” and coughs instantly.

I pull back instinctively when she does, not wanting to hurt her, but my hips keep jerking as the second thick rope shoots out while I’m still halfway down her gullet. The third and fourth follow fast, splattering thick shots across a cheek and the bridge of her nose before she can fully recover. A few drops catch in her lashes, cling to her chin, and she wipes at her nostrils where the second shot may have made its way when she was coughing on my way out. She sputters once more, then her hand shoots up, grabbing tightly around my shaft to guide me back toward her mouth.

I can see her eyes are watering, red-rimmed and glassy, as she tries to keep her head turned so she can properly watch me watching her. She doesn’t close her mouth this time, stroking me with her tongue resting under the crown just as the fifth pulse hits. I’m rapidly losing ****, but I can see it streak across her tongue. She swallows it quickly before her hand can coax the next pulse out of me. With the last few flexes of my cock, the cum dribbles out more than shoots, and she lets it pool on her tongue until she’s satisfied she’s not going to get much more out.

I groan with aftershocks as she wraps her lips back around my dick, and sucks down the top half, taking me partway into her throat again, milking me dry. Her free hand stays on the seat, and as I start to come down from the moment, I see just how hard her fingers are digging into the upholstery in her own excitement. I don’t feel as sensitive as I did the first time, and enjoy the feeling of her stroking along the base. She squeezes her thumb along the tube running up the bottom of my shaft to make sure nothing’s wasted.

When I finally stop pulsing, she eases off slowly. Just like earlier, she licks at my tip, but then slurps at the little hole as if she can siphon any last dregs of cum out of me, before sitting back on her heels again, breathing hard. Even in my satiated state, I can’t take my eyes off the way her tits press against the bustline of the dress as it works to contain the copious boob flesh.

When she coughs once more, I let go of her hair, and turn my attention back to her face. It’s a beautiful wreck that has her cheeks flushed and her eyes blinking with my cum in her lashes, while the rest of my jizz is painted across the one cheek and dripping slowly toward her jaw. She wipes at it with the back of her hand, smearing more than cleaning, and lets out a soft, hoarse laugh.

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