Leather seats creak under their weight, the car idling like a fucking engine revving for more. She’s got those hands—thick fingers, knuckles white from years of work—wrapping around his cock like she owns it. Backseat POV shows every inch: lips stretched wide as he gags on her fist, spit dripping down his chin while she hums approval. No lube? Doesn’t matter when you’ve got this much experience. Throat relaxes just right for deepthroat afternoons where cum shoots straight to the back of her throat and stays there until she swallows slow.