They're finally alone

Before the driver closes the door, Sofia gets his attention. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I know it’s late, and you’ve already been so fantastic, I’m sure you just want to get home. But, it’ his twenty-first birthday, if you haven’t already caught that. Can we take our time getting back to my place so he can enjoy the limo without his friends for a bit?”

“My pleasure,” he answers. “And happy birthday, sir.”

As he closes the door, I look at Sofia, appreciating her consideration, but at the same time, wishing she told him to step on it, so I can see exactly how she plans to make my birthday even more memorable. The limo’s interior lights dim automatically to the glow of the preset mood lighting a few seconds after the door closes. A few more seconds after that, I hear the driver’s door close with a dull thud as well.

Sofia doesn’t hesitate, turning to me, and crashes her mouth against mine with no preamble. Her tongue pushes past my lips immediately, and I meet her with equal hunger. Her nails rake down the side of my neck, then dig into my shoulders as she climbs half into my lap so she’s straddling one of my thighs.

By the time we’re out of the apartment community’s parking lot, she’s sliding onto her knees between my legs. The sight of her there and the silver dress bunching up high on her thighs, nearly fries my brain as she gazes into my eyes.

I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I can’t stop her if I wanted to.

Her fingers fumble with my belt when we both notice the dark, wet spot on the front of my slacks. My precum has soaked through, making me feel humiliated from how much it betrays me and, in my mind, leaving me feeling immature in front of her. After freeing the belt, she wastes no time popping the button free of the hole and tugging at my zipper. She glances up with an eyebrow arched, smiling wickedly.

“Someone’s excited,” she murmurs, tugging the pants further open without looking down.

I run a hand through my hair, wishing I wore some boxers, because that’s probably what adults do. “I… yeah. I usually don’t bother with any-”

She cuts me off with a smirk, reaching behind me to hook her fingers into the waistband. “Lift. I’ve been wanting to see what I’m working with for hours now, but especially after what I just felt a few minutes ago.”

I do as she says, raising up and wondering if that was what her expression was about when she grabbed me. I thought it had simply been that she was as surprised as I was when her hand ended up on my junk. She drags my slacks down to my ankles in one long pull, freeing me completely.

After briefly catching on my pants, my cock springs up, slapping my stomach once the pants clear it. The veins are standing out, and it leaves a wet spot on my abdomen where it hit. Sofia’s mouth drops open, staring for several seconds, then turns her eyes up to me with wide, shocked eyes.

“I know this isn’t the best time to bring up Carlos,” she says, “but if I thought he had a big dick… then this…” She makes a noise of disbelief before continuing. “This is something else.”

I laugh disbelievingly. “Is it though? I mean… I feel like the few girls I’ve been with were nice about it, but I always figured they were being polite. Or inexperienced. Compared to the guys online it never seems that-”

“Ha! Ay Dios mío,” she says. “No, baby. I haven’t seen very much porn, but even I’ve seen enough to know porn dick isn’t normal dick. And believe me, papi, you make half those guys look average.”

She reaches out, gripping me with just the index finger and thumb of her left hand, leaning it to one side, then the other, as if she’s inspecting it. Her other hand presses against the bottom of my shaft, barely spanning half the length from where my hanging sack starts to the flare of the crown, not even including the head. She pushes against the shaft, pressing it against my stomach and running her hand up and forcing out a fresh bead of precum before running back down my length, where her fingers grip my balls.

Rolling them gently, like she’s playing with Ben Wa balls, she teases me, saying, “So these are your neuticles, huh?”

I groan, dropping my head back against the seat. “Fuck… no. Obviously they’re not, I was just-”

She cuts me off again with a questioning expression. “What exactly are neuticles?”

I start to explain, unable to believe I ever said it to her in the first place, and stumbling over the words. “It’s like… fake balls for dogs after they get neutered, so they still look like they have a pair. Obviously, I don’t have neuticles.”

“Hmm. I think I’ll have to find that out for myself,” she declares, and leans in to run her tongue up my sack, parting my nuts on either side of her tongue.

“Actually,” I start to nervously babble, “even if a guy lost his balls in an accident or something, he could still ejaculate. So, you wouldn’t be able to tell if-”

“Jay?” she interrupts, sounding serious at this point, and staring up at me.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want me to suck your cock or not?”

I sit there with my mouth hanging open, knowing what I want to say, but too afraid to actually say it.

“Because if you do,” she continues, “please stop giving me a biology lesson.”

Before I can respond, she wraps her hand around the shaft, gripping me fully and tilting it toward her mouth. Keeping her eyes on mine the entire time, she leans in and wraps her lips around the head.

The sensations are immediate, and I can feel the tip of her tongue flicking at the slit in my dick. I know she has to taste the precum that has been seeping from the hole and the idea of her blatantly lapping at it makes my cock flex involuntarily. I’m so sensitive, I can feel a fresh drop escape me, and I watch her as her tongue works my head. I can see the smile cross her face with my dick in her mouth, and her eyes close as if she’s enjoying the reaction she’s pulling from me. Her tongue begins to swirl around my head, coating it in her saliva, then she takes me deeper, slipping more into her mouth than just the head. I watch her lips stretching around my girth, unfazed as her cheeks hollow out when she sucks on me.

I groan out loud, taking a fistful of her hair in my hand to keep it out of her face as she begins to bob on my knob. She hums what sounds like it could be a “thank you” and starts to move even faster.

She’s taking more each time, moving the hand she’s been using to hold me at the right angle for her. It moves further down with each bounce of her head as if she’s using it as a marker until I’m hitting the back of her throat and she’s moaning like she’s the one getting off on what she’s doing.

I’m already close and I’m pretty sure she knows it. She pulls off with a forceful, wet pop, squeezing me with her hand to **** more of my jizz out the tip, then flicking her tongue over the slit. She’s not licking it up, but more of playing with what she coaxed out of me, while looking up at me with her sexy, dark, and hungry eyes.

“Happy birthday, Jay,” she whispers, then dives back down.

She breaks eye contact first, letting them drift closed as she focuses entirely on what she’s doing. Her tongue swirls around the head one last time before she takes me back between her lips, stretching them wide. I can’t believe what I’m seeing when her cheeks hollow out again, repositioning her hand around the middle of my cock. It syncs up with her mouth, stroking me in unison, and uses her other to fondle my balls and tug at them.

The combination is devastating. She continues to pick up speed, rapidly bobbing her head and twisting her hand. Her tongue is pressing flat against the underside, moving back and forth over my frenulum with every go. Wet, filthy sounds fill the limo as her saliva coats me to the point that it’s dripping down to her hand. The sloppiness of it makes each stroke even more pleasurable. She moans around me as it seems like she gets into it even more.

It’s a new sensation for me. I’ve never had a girl suck me off with such enthusiasm, and I can feel the vibrations coursing through my shaft. The fact that she’s actually enjoying this as much as me makes it so much better than a girl that’s only doing it because I want her to. She doesn’t shy away from the mess she’s making either, nor is she hesitant about any of it.

All of it combined is too much, and my hand tightens in her hair. I buck my hips and she accepts it, barely flinching when I accidentally jab at the back of her throat. She keeps her lips locked tight around the crown, eyes snapping open to lock on mine again while her hand jacks me off into her mouth. Seeing the expectation in them, I feel the surge of cum rushing up my shaft, eliciting a choked groan from her when it finally bursts free. My orgasm comes in thick pulses that she greedily drinks, working her throat to swallow all that she can. Not once does she try to pull back, using her hand to milk every last drop out of me.

When my oversensitive head has me twitching to the point that she finally backs off, she entertains herself by flicking her tongue over the tip a couple of times, capturing the last drop. I grimace through the teasing, watching a thin string of saliva and cum that connects her lips to my cock for a second before it snaps.

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