He made his cock super wet and slippery with his own spit as the car continued along on the mostly empty early-morning highway. He was absolutely locked into my face now, smiling at me in a devilish way as he rubbed himself against my spreading tightness.

I'd put my phone under the pillow and was now staring my girlfriend's dad in the face. He had a very naughty look—the invitation was clear.

Did I want him to fuck me? He leaned downed and grabbed the base of his cock like an arcade joystick. He rubbed the head of his spit-covered bar up and down my sensitive butt, spreading the juicy...