As he neared it, he flipped a switch on the panel above the two-way radio and siren. The blue lights mounted on the roof of his car began blinking. He...saw the driver of the car he was behind check her mirror. She slowed down, but didn’t stop. ‘What the hell?’ Rod thought. He was about to reach for the radio mike, to alert dispatch he had a subject who was failing to yield, when the car’s right turn signal and brake lights came on. He was even more puzzled when the car turned onto a barely. He groans into her mouth as she runs her hands up and down his cock trying to get him rock hard again. Finger tips and the head of his dick brush lightly against her clit with each stroke. Her breathing becomes shaky with need. Fuck I want you right now! Chel cannot believe the words coming from her own mouth but the feel of his throbbing cock in her hands is driving her crazy and destroying all hope for rational thought. Once again rock hard and dripping with pre cum Oscar slaps her ass.. Yeah and I had to correct that, and automotive purists would undoubtedly be horrified at what I immediately had done to her! Near San Antonio, there was a private auto restoration company (a sub-offshoot of the military contractors Stevens & Stevenson, I think, that specialized in making luxury autos and SUV's high security, replacing the standard windows with bulletproof glass, etc. This was going to be an expensive custom rush, rush job (it was only money) but when done, promised in writing. Zoë was frantic humping my mouth and saying "Please fuck my mouth Roy. Please shove your big hard black dick all the way down my throat, but please don't cum in my mouth." The smell of sex, the taste of Zoë's pussy and my cum, hearing her beg to be throat fucked by Roy's enormous cock, and the sight of him now pushing that cock back into the depths of her throat had me fully erect. Roy grabbed Zoë roughly by the hair and now started pumping his cock hard into Zoë's mouth. She still gagged.