Sloppy Drunk Blow Jobs are the best he said
Every girl wants to be hit on at the bar, but maybe not in the same way I have in mind. I want to be having the drunken time of my life when an older man offers me a ride home instead of paying for an Uber. Then I want to give a spontaneous sloppy drunk blow job to this outsider in a fun and rough way!
The Ride Home: The Big Taunt
First, I assume he would have to help me in his car because I want to have had an AMAZING night. Slurring my words, falling over, completely vulnerable. Sitting in the passenger seat, I would act totally uninterested, but at the same time lean into him and rest my hand on his thigh. I would want to tease him and maybe unbuckle his belt, still giving off the illusion I don’t care if he lets me or not. This is all part of my plan to give him the ultimate sloppy drunk blow job when we get to my house. Hard to get is a fun game to play, especially when I get to lose at the end.
I would pull his mature cock out but mostly be a tease. You gotta think, my goal is to make him want to take me when we get to my house. Watching him struggle to watch the road while I pull his dick out and lick it up and down would bring me immense joy. I wouldn’t even put the whole thing in my mouth, kissing on it and licking his balls – getting him nice and rock hard during the trip. Spitting on it just enough to make his cock twitch for me. My mouth would be watering at this point, longing for that cock to be shoved all the way down my throat, releasing that sweet cum.
Playing Hard To Get
We would get to my house and he would want to walk me up to the door like a gentleman, which just makes my pussy throb even more. When we get to the door, I turn around and walk inside, attempting to shut the door on him. It’s all part of the torment. His hand jolting up stopping the door in its tracks. He gently pushes inside and shuts it behind him. “Now I know that wasn’t your best sloppy drunk blow job. I know you can do better than that…” His fingers lifted up towards my face, slowly tracing down to my chin. I look at him with my big intoxicated eyes, obviously begging for him to make me. I want him to take me, remember? Luckily, he can read eyes, and he knows exactly what I am asking for.
The Real Sloppy Drunk Blow Job I am Crying Out For
He tilts his head at me inquisitively. His hands jerk out towards me, grabbing me by my messy bun and pushing me towards the ground. This is what I was waiting for! His cock is already out I push it right in my mouth, deep. Giving everything I got, even with my double vision. Drool pours out of my mouth around his shaft as I suck harder than I have ever sucked before. My pussy is soaking wet at this point. I feel his hand wrap within my hair and cram my face down harder holding me on his raging boner.
I start gagging and choking on that cock, my mascara openly running down my face. Loving every second of this moment, I sit – taking it all in. A puddle of drool is forming at my feet and his other hand plugs my nose for a moment. The next instant he releases it all. Gasping for air, allowing me to take that first breath of air when I noticed a liquid in my mouth. A warm, incredible juice swirls around on my tongue as I look up at him. I want him to remember these tipsy eyes above a kisser full of his cum next time he climaxes. Even though I am a stranger to him, he will remember this sloppy drunk blow job for the rest of his life.
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