Hotwife Swallows Stranger’s Load in Car After Bar Pickup

The sound of her moans fills the car, a symphony of submission. I’m here, watching, as she takes a stranger’s cock deep into her throat. Her head bobs up and down, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. He’s got a firm grip on her hair, guiding her rhythm. She’s a fucking pro at this, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. I can see the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric. He’s gonna cum any second now. And she’s ready, eager even, to swallow every last drop.

Her Mouth: A Temple of Debasement

Her mouth is a temple of debasement, a place where she worships at the altar of his pleasure. I watch as he thrusts deeper, his hips moving in a primal rhythm. She gags, but she doesn’t stop. She can’t. She’s too far gone, too lost in the moment. Her hands are on his thighs, fingers digging into his flesh. She’s marking him, claiming him as hers for this moment. And he’s claiming her back, his cock a weapon of conquest. I can see the sweat beading on his forehead, the tension in his jaw. He’s close. So close. And she knows it. Her eyes flick up to his, a silent plea for his release. The car is filled with the sounds of their fucking, the wet slurping of her mouth, the harsh grunts of his pleasure. And then, it happens. He comes, his body tensing as he shoots his load down her throat. She swallows, her throat working as she takes every drop. And when he’s done, she pulls back, a satisfied smile on her face. She’s done her job, fulfilled her role. And she’s fucking proud of it. I am too, in a twisted way. She’s my hotwife, my slut, my everything. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.