She knew exactly what she wanted when she slid into the passenger seat, stockings peeking under those tight leather pants. No small talk—just fingers undoing his belt before her lips wrapped around him. The car smells like perfume and sweat as she takes it deeper, gagging on every thick inch. He doesn’t hold back; neither does she. By the time he pulls out, her mascara’s smudged and her throat burns—but that just means it was worth it.