He didn’t expect this when he pulled up—his best friend’s wife sprawled across the hood of his car, legs spread wide, already dripping. She knew someone was watching through the window but played dumb until he got close enough for her lips to wrap around him. First it’s a slow tease—tongue swirling around the head before she takes him all the way down, gagging just enough to make him groan. Then she shoves him back against the door and straddles his lap, grinding so hard you can hear it from inside the house. When she finally gets flipped onto her stomach over the front seat? That’s when things get messy.
