What senses?

"Oh my..." you groan as Kayla pulls your cock free of your shorts.
"Well hello there." She's looking at it with appreciation. You swallow hard, squeezing her tit and palming her ass with your other hand. Your shorts and boxer briefs drop to the ground.
"You have the Sinclair cock, James." She leans up to wrap both arms around your neck, pressing your erect cock against the fabric of her sweater. She explores your mouth with her tongue. "How have I been so blind to what a stud you are?" She lifts your shirt, revealing your decent chest. You find yourself letting her take it off. She licks around your areolae and teases your nipple with her teeth. She's idly stroking your cock with her hand between you bodies. With the other, she pops the locks open on the Mustang with her keyfob.
"Have a seat, stud." She pulls the passenger door open, and presses you into the seat. She pulls off your shorts, using them as a cushion for her knees against the garage floor.
"You really want to do this...here?" You aren't sure you want to do this at all! But your hormones are carrying you along now, and it's very easy to tell yourself, Just let it happen.
For answer, she pops her hot pink lips onto the head of your cock, massaging the underside with her tongue tip, before sliding further down the shaft with a "gulp!"
"I didn't get you a car...Ohfuuuuuck....so that you would suck my dick....Jeeesus girl." You lean back on your elbows, looking up at the ceiling. Frank, you dirty bastard. You had this sex kitten polishing your knob like this?
"I never said you did, baby." She slurps at your ballsack, working your head and shaft with an expert hand. "Besides...for a Mustang, you're going to get much more than a blowjob..." she winks seductively, before pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it onto the seat behind you. After a second, the bra is off, and the puppies are loose, defying gravity in the way that only really well done fake tits can do.

Kayla continues slobbering on your dick, and you slide your butt towards her so you can lean back a little more. She's really working spit onto your cock, coating it liberally. Then, you find out why.

Drooling a big load of spit onto her boobs, she rubs it into the valley of cleavage between her round orbs, and nestles your cock in that sacred place. Oh...wow...Jenna tit fucks you every now and then, and this is easily the equal of any of those times.

"You like my big boobs, James? I know that you do. I see you staring at them." Her smile is enough to drive you crazy. So mischievous, so naughty. She slides her pillows up and down in tandem, working your shaft against her slick chest while the tits caress your head and topside. You can see the tip emerge and disappear as she works, and when it pops up, she bends her head to pop it into her waiting mouth.

"They're top quality tatas, Kayla. I've always thought so." You stroke her hair with one hand, using the leverage to fuck her tits in counterpoint to her efforts.

Kayla starts to bob faster and faster, and you feel a throbbing in your balls and prostate as your body gets ready to send a shot across the bow.

"I'm gonna...."

"Nah ahah!" Kayla stops suddenly, gripping your balls and the base of your cock. "Don't you cum yet, mister." You groan in frustration as the waves crash, and subside as you are unwillingly edged.