Chapter 5: Front-Seat Squirt & Giveaway

Marcus’s fingers never stopped moving inside her.

Even as the SUV picked up speed again, gliding back onto the main boulevard, his thick middle and ring fingers stayed buried deep in Chloe’s dripping pussy, curling lazily against her G-spot with every subtle flex of his wrist. The city lights streaked across the windshield in long golden ribbons, but all she could focus on was the wet, rhythmic squelch of his hand working her open. Her thighs were spread shamelessly wide, left knee hooked over the center console, right foot braced against the glovebox. Her sheer white blouse hung completely open now, the fabric framing her full, heaving breasts like a gift.

“Jesus, you’re still pulsing around me,” Marcus murmured, voice low and rough, eyes locked on the road but flicking to her every few seconds. “That second squirt’s already building, isn’t it?”

Chloe nodded frantically, one hand gripping his forearm for balance while the other held the phone steady on the dash mount. The livestream chat was a scrolling wall of pure lust.

He’s still finger-fucking her omg Make her gush again Tip 750 – soak the dashboard She’s so fucking wet I can hear it through my headphones

“Talk to them, baby,” Marcus ordered softly, adding a third finger with a slow, stretching push that made her gasp. “Tell your fans exactly how my hand feels while I drive.”

Chloe’s head fell back against the seat, lips parted, voice husky and trembling as she stared straight into the lens. “He’s got three thick fingers inside me now ... stretching me so good ... curling right on that spot that makes my toes curl. Every time he hits a bump it pushes them deeper. I’m dripping down his wrist, guys. Listen—” She reached down with her free hand and spread her puffy lips wider around his plunging fingers so the microphone caught every filthy, slick sound. “Hear that? That’s me soaking his whole hand while he drives forty miles an hour through LA traffic.”

Marcus groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest. He eased the SUV into the middle lane, left hand steady on the wheel, right hand never missing a beat. At the next red light he used the full stop to his advantage—pumping harder, faster, three fingers plunging deep while his thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed tight, merciless circles. Chloe’s hips bucked up off the seat, chasing the pressure, her open blouse sliding further off her shoulders until her tits bounced freely with every thrust.

“Fuck—Marcus—right there,” she moaned, no longer trying to stay quiet. The light turned green. He accelerated smoothly, but his hand stayed aggressive, curling harder, thumb flicking faster. The cool blast from the AC vent hit her exposed clit every time the car moved, sending icy sparks through the burning heat between her legs.

The pressure built fast—deeper, heavier than before, that unmistakable heavy fullness low in her belly that promised another flood. Her thighs started shaking uncontrollably. Sweat glistened between her breasts. The leather seat beneath her ass was already slick from the first squirt and now getting wetter with every thrust.

Marcus’s voice dropped even lower. “You’re clenching so tight. Gonna soak me again? Gonna squirt all over my arm and the wheel while your fans watch?”

“Yes—god yes—” Chloe panted, eyes locked on the camera. “It’s coming ... I can feel it ... that deep, hot rush ... oh fuck—”

The orgasm slammed into her like a breaking wave.

Her back arched violently off the seat, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a loud, broken cry as the first powerful jet exploded out of her. Hot, clear squirt gushed around his fingers in a thick, pulsing arc, spraying his forearm, splattering the bottom of the steering wheel, and raining down onto the dashboard in shiny droplets. The second spurt was even stronger—long and forceful—coating his sleeve up to the elbow and soaking the front of her own thighs. A third followed, weaker but messier, dripping down between her ass cheeks onto the seat with audible splats.

Marcus kept pumping through it, slower now, but the fire in Chloe’s core refused to die. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, voice wrecked, eyes locked on the camera. “I need you inside me—now.”

Marcus’s smirk was pure sin. He reclined the passenger seat all the way back with one hand, still steering with the other, and growled, “Climb on, baby. Reverse. Let them watch every inch.”

Chloe didn’t hesitate. She swung one leg over the console, straddling him backward so her ass faced his chest and the dash cam caught everything—her dripping pussy hovering above his thick cock, tits bouncing free, skirt rucked at her waist. The SUV kept rolling at a steady forty-five through the glittering LA night. She gripped the dash with both hands, lined him up, and sank down in one slow, filthy glide.

“Fuuuuck—” The stretch was perfect, his cock spearing deep, the head kissing her cervix as her ass settled against his abs. “He’s so deep, guys—look at my pussy swallowing every inch while he drives.” She started riding—slow, rolling circles at first, then rising and dropping so the camera caught the shiny shaft sliding out glistening with her cream before disappearing again. Every bump in the road slammed him deeper; every red light let him thrust up hard while his foot stayed on the brake.