I Stroke and Suck Him Off by the Open Trunk

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty parking lot as she leans against her sleek sedan, the trunk gaping open to let out the heat of the day. His muscular frame fills the space between her thighs as she kneels, her fingers tracing slow circles up and down the length of him. The anticipation is almost unbearable, his breath hitching when she finally wraps her lips around the tip, her fingers stroking in rhythm with her mouth. The distant hum of traffic fades into the background as her free hand grips his hip, pulling him closer. His moans vibrate against her tongue as the sun dips lower, painting everything in golden hues. When he finally unloads down her throat, she swallows every drop, her eyes never leaving his.