The Passenger

She slides into the back seat with those big tits straining against her dress and hair black as ink. One chauffeur watches her in the rear-view. The other locks the doors. The car pulls into an empty garage. No talking. Hands reach back, yank her forward until her mouth finds thick cock already hard and heavy. She takes it deep, lips stretched wide, spit running down her chin while the second driver unbuckles behind her. He flips her skirt, finds her wet, drives in hard. The first guy keeps her head steady, hips pumping slow, balls slapping her jaw. She gags, pulls off, gasps, then gets pulled onto the second cock from behind, big dick splitting her open while the first one slaps wet against her cheek. They trade her mouth and cunt like they own the car and her both. Windows fog. The chassis rocks. She takes every inch, tits bouncing, mascara running, moaning through the gag of whichever cock is in her throat until both drivers finish deep—one flooding her pussy, the other painting her tongue.