Chapter 6: Open Shirt & On-Cam Oral

Chloe’s fingers traced the thick, straining outline of Marcus’s cock through his jeans, squeezing rhythmically while her own pussy still fluttered around the two fingers he had buried inside her. The SUV rolled smoothly through the last stretch of boulevard, two blocks from her apartment building, but neither of them was thinking about the destination anymore. Her blouse was gone—tossed into the backseat somewhere—leaving her completely topless, full breasts bouncing gently with every small movement of the car. Her skirt was nothing more than a bunched-up belt around her waist, thighs spread wide, slickness still glistening on her inner legs and the console from her last squirt.

“You guys want to see me take it out?” she asked the camera, voice low and wicked, eyes locked on the lens. The viewer count sat at a steady fifty-two hundred, the tip counter climbing so fast the phone vibrated nonstop against the dash. “He’s so hard for me already ... feel how thick he is.”

Marcus groaned, hips twitching up into her palm. “Fuck, Chloe ... if you’re gonna do it, do it now. I’m trying to drive here.”

She grinned, leaning over the console until her bare breasts brushed his arm. With one hand still lazily circling her own clit—slow, teasing strokes that kept her simmering—she used the other to pop the button on his jeans and drag the zipper down. The thick outline sprang free the moment she tugged his boxers aside. His cock was gorgeous—long, heavy, veined, the head already flushed dark and slick with precum. It bobbed up against his stomach, thick enough that her fingers barely met when she wrapped around the base.

“Oh my god,” she breathed for the camera, giving it a slow, firm stroke from root to tip. “Look at this cock, babies. So big ... so hard ... all because he made me squirt twice in his car.” She spat directly onto the head—thick, shiny strings of saliva dripping down the shaft—then spread it with her palm, stroking him nice and slick while the city lights painted gold across her naked tits.

Marcus’s left hand tightened on the wheel. “Shit, that’s perfect. Keep going just like that.”

Chloe didn’t need telling twice. She leaned further over the console, ass up slightly in the passenger seat, one knee braced on the edge so her dripping pussy stayed visible to the lens. While her right hand pumped him in long, twisting strokes, her left hand rubbed tight circles on her clit, matching the rhythm. The wet sounds of both her hand on his cock and her fingers on her pussy filled the cabin, filthy and loud under the low R&B still playing.

“Tell them how it feels,” Marcus rasped, voice strained but steady as he navigated a yellow light.

She moaned around her words, eyes fluttering but staying on the camera. “It’s so hot in my hand ... throbbing ... the head’s leaking for me every time I squeeze. And I’m rubbing my clit at the same time—still so sensitive from squirting. You guys can hear how wet I am, right? Listen to this...” She dipped two fingers inside herself, pulled them out dripping, and let the obscene squelch echo before going back to her clit.