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The driver turned up the music just when his tip entered my mouth, a moan releasing in my throat as I sucked on the end.

He gripped my hair like he was holding the end of a rope and guided me up and down his long, thick shaft. I reached inside his boxers again to cup his balls, tickling them as I flicked my tongue over his crown. Even Dominick’s skin tasted delicious. And while I used my free hand to pump his base, making sure all of him was covered, I bobbed as deeply as I could go.

His breathing was only loud enough for me to hear, but each exhale caused a tingle inside me. So did the way he urged his hips forward and rocked them back, fisting my hair, showing me how much he was enjoying this.

I went deeper, faster, squeezing my hand a little tighter near the bottom.

And suddenly, there was a change. His dick turned even harder, almost pulsing, his hand tightening around my locks.

“Fuck,” he hissed quietly.

In one quick thrust, his hips jerked forward, and a warmth began to fill my