She struggles a bit

Spurred on by the thought, she tried to go deeper on Schmelzer’s now fully hardening cock, but as soon as the tip brushed against her tonsils, she reflexively gagged hard. Tears welled in her eyes and she spluttered up some slimy spit that oozed down his shaft, but Nancy didn’t let that deter her. Utilizing the runny drool, she lubricated her palm to smoothly jack the man off, beginning a dual attack as she tried again, once more **** on his meat.

Schmelzer was in complete heaven. The rippling massage of Nancy’s constricting throat milked the tip of his dick in the most delectable way. Watching her husband get lucky appeared to really have really set the arrogant, little cunt off. Now he was reaping the benefits and he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. “Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned, gentle pressure enticing her to make herself gag again, letting her know what she was doing was appreciated.

Getting the hint, Nancy obliged. Pushing herself down, the rounded bellend pressed against the far too narrow entrance to her throat and she retched harshly. Any other day, she would have been embarrassed, but she knew that Schmelzer liked it. Apparently, Patrick liked it, too, but he would never get this. The thought would have elicited a little smile from her had her lips not been wrapped around a cock.

She briefly pulled back, gasping for air. A thick line of thick drool, mixed with pre-ejaculate, stretched for a moment between her lower lip and the tip of Schmelzer’s penis before it collapsed under its own weight and splattered messily across his lap. He gave her hair a firm tug, making her look up at him.

The view made him smile. Nancy was a naturally gorgeous woman, with a sense for fashion, who always took care of her looks. Despite being a tough, determined worker who never shied away from hard jobs, she somehow always found a way to appear perfectly styled, whether it was in the office after a long shift, at the gym that all LAPD’s employees liked to frequent or even fitted out in combat gear while participating in one of the department’s raids: Nancy McKenna never didn’t look stylish.

Harshly **** herself on the tip of his cock had definitely smudged her carefully-applied make-up quite a little. Those gorgeous, dark eyes peered up at him, wet and glassy from gagging-induced tears that had also smeared her mascara. While it had been so tastefully applied that he had barely noticed it was there before, only accentuating those stunning, brown irises, now it had mixed with her tears and ran in black streaks over her cheeks. Her complexion, usually a soft perfection of golden honey, had taken on a decidedly red hue with both arousal and exertion. Her pouty lips were wet and gleaming with her own saliva, looking inviting as ever as he slowly guided them down to his prick, making her plant a soft kiss on it.

“You’re so fucking hot!” he hissed. Unable to help himself he pumped his hips, trusting the length of his cock along her mouth, basking in the glossy texture. “Slap it against your face!”

Nancy barely hesitated. Staring up at her creepy colleague, she did as she was asked, keeping the eye contact as he used his thick, pulsing shaft to lightly and repeatedly smack her own features. Turning slightly, she varied her targets, hitting both her cheeks, her lips, chin and dainty nose with his slick cock, leaving sticky traces of his cum all over her own face. It was probably the sluttiest thing she had ever done until Schmelzer encouraged her to stick her tongue out and slap his length against the soft, pink tissue. She still was shocked when she realized that she was beginning to feel a wet heat form between her own thighs. All this debauchery was turning her on.

“I always knew you were a little slut, McKenna!” Schmelzer smirked down at her, grabbing her ponytail into his fist to take control. Predictably, like the stuck-up cunt she was, he could see her opening her mouth to protest the little bit of name-calling, but he quickly stopped her in the way he had always wanted to. Holding her in place with one hand, he grabbed his cock with the other and suddenly pushed the tip between her lips, distorting her objection to a mumbled mess.

“Shut up and suck!” he quipped. The impact of the glare he received was significantly decreased by the fact that her lips were currently wrapped around his cock and she barely hesitated to comply, fucking him with her sweet mouth, slurping and mumbling in ways that betrayed her enjoyment of their debauched act.

Taking charge of the situation more and more, Schmelzer tightened his grip on Nancy’s hair, repeatedly pushing her deeper and deeper to trigger her gag reflex. Nancy didn’t resist, allowing him to guide her despite her troubles, reminding herself that Patrick had been significantly rougher with that blonde bitch. She was determined not to let herself be outdone by some soft, pampered slut, even if she had to push herself, so despite all **** and coughing she pushed on.

Shifting her position, she pulled her legs up onto the car seat so she moved into a kneeling position facing Schmelzer, easing the awkward twisting pose she had been in. Bracing herself with both hands on the center console, she gave him full control with how to treat her, allowing him to use her soft, wet mouth like a fleshlight.

A moan escaped her when she felt Schmelzer’s right hand exploring, reaching into the open lapels of her leather jacket to grab a bikini-encased breast, firmly squeezing the supple flesh. She flinched as her tit was used like a stress ball, the middle-aged cop unsurprisingly being way too rough with her sensitive flesh. Her protest turned into an unintelligible mumble as rough fingers hooked into the cup of her bikini top and unceremoniously pulled it to the side, suddenly freeing her stiff nipple. With her weight braced onto both arms on the console, she couldn’t even stop Schmelzer, who shamelessly took advantage and caught her stiff, hazel-colored tit-tip between his fingers.

“Yeah! You little whore!” Schmelzer groaned, his voice reverberating with pleasure as he pumped her mouth on his cock while toying with her breast. She gave a muffled gasp when her sensitive nip was pinched, then pulled, stretching her tit uncomfortably, but the hand in her hair prevented her from coming up. Instead, he quickened the pace even, forcing her up and down his cock and making her **** and retch on every stroke now.

This was what she had asked for. Copious amounts of spit ran down the length of his cock, soaking his balls and the grey-blonde pubic hair as she did her best to endure the ****. She was gagging almost constantly now, the wet, nasty sounds filling the shabby car’s interior. It was embarrassing, but there was little she could do, her hands bearing her weight and keeping her from falling face-first into Schmelzer’s crotch. With the increasing pace of the facefuck, she could also feel how much harder breathing had become. Her face felt hot and flushed and she could hear her blood pumping in her ears as she choked on a big, thick cock. She was beginning to feel a bit light-headed, the lack of oxygen getting to her, yet even as she noticed her vision becoming blurry, she didn’t stop him. She was determined to get through this!

“Grrrrkh! Aaaah!” Nancy gargled when Schmelzer surprised her by holding her down for an extra second, triggering a severe gag reflex before abruptly pulling her up. Several syrup-like strands of saliva clung to her lips, splattering against her exposed cleavage and stomach as she was suddenly yanked upright.

Schmelzer gave her a smirk, giving her a quick once-over to enjoy the view. The hot Latina was a mess. Her entire face was smeared in her own, quickly-drying spit, causing her flushed skin to glisten in the dying light of the evening sun. Her nose was running, lips were gaping as she panted for breath and her mascara was turned into dark smudges around her eyes, utterly ruined. Gagging-induced tears were sparkling in her red-shot eyes. Her pupils were dilated and her left lid was twitching and even though she stared at him he could sense that she didn’t actually see him. The sharp mind that was usually visible in those beautiful browns seemed buried by the turmoil of the facefuck.