The road trip stretched on endlessly, the sun casting long shadows across the empty highway. You had been looking forward to this journey with your macho alpha friend, excited about the open road and the promise of new adventures. Dressed in your favorite outfit—a tight mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and a low-cut blouse—you felt both nervous and exhilarated. The warm breeze blowing through the open window played with your hair, and the thrum of the engine beneath you was a constant, comforting presence. Your friend drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting on your thigh, his fingers occasionally squeezing gently, a silent promise of things to come. From the moment you hit the road, his flirting was constant and deliberate. His hand, initially resting casually on your thigh, began to inch higher, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above your knee. “You look so damn sexy today,” he murmured, his eyes flicking over to you with a smirk. The way he licked his lips made your heart race. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to get some… extra attention on a long drive.” His words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and you felt a warm flush spread through your body. As the miles rolled by, the tension in the car grew thick with unspoken desire. He leaned over, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “This trip would be a lot more fun with a little road head, don’t you think?” You felt your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. His boldness made you squirm in your seat, but the idea had you equally intrigued. “Come on,” he coaxed, his voice dropping to a seductive purr, “You know you want to make this ride unforgettable.” You glanced over at him, his eyes dark with lust, and you knew you couldn’t resist. “I’m feeling pretty horny,” your friend finally admitted, his voice a low rumble. “Think you can help me out?” Your heart raced as you nodded, your cheeks flushing with excitement. You leaned over, your hand trailing up his thigh until you reached his growing bulge. Slowly, you unzipped his pants, your fingers brushing against the hard length beneath. You started by teasing him, lightly tracing the outline of his cock through his boxers, feeling it twitch under your touch. He groaned, shifting his hips to give you better access. With a sultry smile, you freed his erection, marveling at its size and girth. You leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his shaft, your lips barely grazing the sensitive skin. He moaned, his hand finding the back of your head, urging you on. Taking your time, you licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. You swirled your tongue around the tip, eliciting another groan from him. “Fuck, that feels good,” he muttered, his grip tightening in your hair. You spit on his cock, watching as your saliva dripped down the length, making it slick and shiny. Slowly, you took him into your mouth, inch by inch, until you felt the head press against the back of your throat. You pulled back, letting his cock slip from your lips with a wet pop. “Like that?” you asked, your voice a seductive purr. He nodded, eyes dark with lust. You resumed your ministrations, this time taking him deeper, relaxing your throat as you practiced the deepthroating techniques you’d been working on. He bucked his hips, and you gagged slightly, but you didn’t stop. You were determined to make him feel as good as possible. Your hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them as you worked your mouth up and down his shaft. He moaned loudly, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements. You could feel his cock throb in your mouth, and you knew he was close. You increased your pace, your tongue swirling around the head every time you pulled back. You spit on his cock again, the wetness adding to the sensation as you took him deep into your throat. He was panting now, his grip in your hair almost painful as he neared his climax. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice strained. You didn’t let up, your mouth moving faster, your hand squeezing his balls just right. With a final, guttural moan, he came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load down your throat. You swallowed eagerly, the salty taste filling your mouth. You pulled back, licking your lips and looking up at him with a satisfied smile. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he came down from his high. “That was amazing,” he said, a lazy grin spreading across his face. You settled back into your seat, feeling a warm sense of pride and satisfaction. When you finally arrived at your destination, he looked over at you with a grin. “Thanks for making the trip so enjoyable,” he said, reaching over to squeeze your hand. You smiled back, feeling a deep sense of happiness and contentment. The journey had been long, but it had brought you closer together in ways you hadn’t imagined.

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