Abdul slid his briefs down, his cock sprang out, and the area between Sarah’s legs tingled and throbbed.

“It’s huge,” Sarah conceded.

Okay, for the record, it was huge. She couldn’t pull her eyes away. Sure, she’d seen bigger ones online before, but this was entirely different.

Her pale cheeks were flushed red. Her fascination with Abdul’s cock created guilt and shame somewhere deep in her subconscious, which turned her on even more.

Sarah’s small, white palm curiously reached across the front seat console. She tried to wrap her fingers around it.

She could not.

Holy Fuck.

Abdul noticed her awe. From the driver’s seat, he turned to his right.

“You said if I was bigger than Mike you’d put it in your mouth. Go ahead and give him a kiss?”

Without hesitation, Sarah leaned across the console and sank her lips around the head of Abdul’s tip. Once her mouth had fully wrapped itself around the entirety of Abdul’s overwhelming girth, Sarah deepened the shaft into the back of her throat.

“Ohhh-h-h fuuuuck,” Abdul moaned out. “Good girl.”

The tingling and throbbing intensified into warm, wet pulsations. Her nipples hardened and poked forward.

Was it the praise that had turned me on this much? Or was it Abdul’s gorgeously brown, circumcised, hairless eight-inch cock, so fat and girthy it hardly fit in my throat? Surely both.

Sarah’s face bobbed up and down, working Abdul as deep into her throat as she could. Slurping became gulps. Gulps became gasps. Gasps became gags.

Sarah never acted like this with Mike. She’d certainly given him his share of blowjobs throughout the course of their relationship, but she hated it.

Mike was probably four inches fully erect, which meant the blowjobs were awful for both of them. Sarah hated putting the little pecker in her mouth; there was hardly anything to suck in the first place. Mike’s overgrown pubic hair covered half his penis anyways, and she always got a few strands in her mouth. And plus, he usually got weird and self-conscious about how Sarah would hold his dick. Something about how holding it between her thumb and index finger was humiliating. Whatever. Yuck. No thank you. Hard pass.

In the front passenger seat of Abdul’s old Toyota Camry, she became someone different.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” Abdul grunted. His head was rolled back, eyes wide shut with pleasure.

Involuntarily, a moan escaped Sarah’s throat. Big mistake.

“Oh, you like having a dick in your mouth, don’t you?” Abdul sneered.

“Mm-hm,” Sarah agreed, still servicing Abdul but this time swirling her tongue into knots and ribbons on the tip of his spit-covered cock.

“It’s bigger than Mike’s, isn’t it?”

Sarah didn’t reply, but her clit swelled at this remark, and she felt the wetness of her pussy sticking to her panties now.

It’s so much bigger.  And I’m such a slut for enjoying this so much. Especially considering I have a boyfriend.

Abdul’s balls began to twitch. His nuts were beautifully tight and ready to erupt hot white cum into Sarah’s face.

She could tell. She came up for a second of air, and with her face on his lap, Abdul saw how beautifully disgusting she looked.

Her eyes bulged red, her mascara ran wild, and splotches of spit, tears, and snot covered her face. He held her hair in with one hand around the back of her head and yanked until her eyes met his. He spat on her face. Though he missed her mouth, he spread the spit with his hand across her entire face.

“There,” he declared. “Fucking whore.”

Sarah delighted in his degradation. Without thinking, she pulled off her top and threw it into the backseat. Her chest was pale and flat, but she was not entirely flat-chested.

Her nipples poked hard now, swollen and erect.

“Spit on them.”

Abdul hucked a fat luge of spit onto Sarah’s right nipple, and Sarah moaned audibly.

Sarah took Abdul into her throat once more, this time even deeper than she had before. Instantly, he squirmed and mumbled.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Her eyes met his when he said this, and as soon as this happened, rope upon rope of thick white cum shot up from Abdul’s lap. It jumped across the console to the passenger seat. It covered the ceiling of the front seat.

It landed in Sarah’s face, in her hair, on her clothes.

Ropes turned to dribbles.

Sarah found a final splotch of Abdul’s hot, salty cum on her fingers. Maintaining eye contact with a drained and depleted Abdul, she licked the last drop of cum off her fingertips. She thought of Mike and smiled.

Would Mike smell the sex on me? Taste the cum in my mouth?

She hoped so. She reached into the backseat, retrieved her top, and ended the recording she’d been capturing on her new iPhone 17.

Woosh.

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