Shane hid his Jeep in a muddy little spot, killed the motor,..

Shane hid his Jeep in a muddy little spot, killed the motor, and let the bushes hide us from anyone who might be around. I was stuffed into the passenger footwell, my 58-year-old body twisted up, knees jammed into the floor mat, going feral on his long cock. I shoved it so deep down my throat that I could barely breathe. I could see my spit was dripping everywhere, splashing his perfect balls. I remember gagging as the head touched the trigger places in the back of my throat. It feels fantastic to have my lips stretched wide, tongue licking all over those thick veins, sucking up the sharp, salty pre-cum leaking from his tip. He's 30, I'm way older, and I'm fucking in love with his dick. I don't need him screwing me or anything else, just his fat dick head blasting cum into my belly. I loved the way Shane pushed my head hard, forcing me down 'until my throat was on fire, and said, "Suck it, you nasty slut—take it all." I did, trying to breathe as he fucked my mouth, his balls slapping my chin all wet and loud, tears streaming down my face while I went at him like I'd die without it. This will be basically a book, so if you don't like reading or don't have the time… I'd quit now. If you are into it like I am…here you go!

I have known for a long time I am obsessed with sucking Shane's cock. It's this crazy rush, feeling it stretch my throat, throbbing on my tongue, every little jump making my heart race. I don't need him to touch me. Just let me taste his cock, just like I was doing at that moment. My throat squeezed tight around him, gagging hard as I pushed him deeper, spit and pre-cum spilling out, running down my chin, soaking my top. I pulled back for a quick breath, blowjob drool hanging from my messed-up lips to his dripping tip, looking up at him and making eye contact, letting him know I loved every second of this more than he did. I dove back in, swallowing him whole, nose buried in his pubes, trying to gulp around him with my throat. It's this new thing I'm trying. It's a work in progress. It must work because he groaned loud, hips bucking, fucking my mouth like an animal, and I loved it. I made him lose control. I caused the sloppy chaos, the roughness, making him lose it. I love the way he said, "I'm going to cum, you cumslut." I don't know if it's possible, but I think my throat begged his cock to feed it cum. He let loose—hot, thick cum shooting down my throat, so much I had a hard time trying to keep up, swallowing fast and greedy. I felt it hit my stomach, warm and thick, and when I thought I couldn't get another drop out of this cock, I pulled off, cum all over my lips, dripping down my chin, and thanked him for feeding me. Shane was worried about my sexual satisfaction. I assured him that his sperm spreading around in my stomach was more satisfying than any orgasm right now. I tried to explain how amazing it felt to take a piece of his body and suck it into mine, making him a part of me. He didn't get it. That's okay. It works for me.

It's funny what I remember the most about yesterday. After Shane came and I told him about why I like drinking his jizz, he rubbed his wet cock across my cheek, leaving a sticky smear of spit and cum that I kept looking at in the rearview mirror. I don't know why, but I can't get that image and the feeling of his sloppy dick rubbing across my cheek out of my mind, and it's making my pussy drip. I should be so fucked out after Jeep Week and my night with Jake, and now my day with Shane…but I'm not. I want more.