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By (user no longer on site) OP
6 weeks ago
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The sissy sits in the driver’s seat of her little hatchback, parked at the far edge of Asda’s car park. She’s dressed to be used, not admired: a tight, low-cut blouse clinging to her chest with no bra underneath, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric; a short skirt rucked indecently high; crotchless knickers leaving her soft cock and bare arse exposed against the car seat; fishnets stretched across trembling thighs. Her lips are painted wet red, her hair teased, her nails long and tacky. She’s the picture of a cheap slut waiting for cock.
A car pulls up beside her, headlights cutting across the dashboard before flicking off. The passenger door swings open and a man drops into the seat without a word. His cock is already out, heavy and thick, pointing toward her painted mouth.
She leans across immediately, skirt riding higher, knickers gaping. Her lips part, lipstick smearing as she sucks the swollen head, tongue flicking around the slit. The taste of precum hits instantly, salty and sharp. He grips her hair, pulling her down hard, stuffing her throat until she gags. The wet sounds fill the car: sloppy slurps, choking gasps, the obscene squelch of spit bubbling past her lips. Drool streams down her chin, soaking into her blouse, running between her tits.
Her soft cock presses uselessly through the open crotch of her panties, twitching as her throat is used. She moans around him, muffled, saliva dripping onto the gearstick. The windows fog quickly, the small car thick with heat and sweat. Outside, trolleys rattle, doors slam, footsteps echo — but she doesn’t stop. She sucks harder, throat convulsing, lipstick smearing further with each brutal thrust.
The man growls low, his hips bucking up. His cock swells, pulsing deep in her mouth, and she gags as hot cum floods her throat. She swallows desperately, gulping messily, streams slipping out to smear across her chin, dripping down to her bare tits beneath the blouse.
When he pulls out, his shaft wet and glistening, she stays bent over the seat, mouth open, tongue out, makeup ruined. Her crotchless knickers are damp, thighs sticky, nipples visible through the spit-soaked blouse.
He zips up, opens the door, and walks away without a glance back. She stays exactly where she is: sloppy, dripping, tits showing through her ruined top, pussy-ready hole still exposed by her knickers.
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