Sitting On A Parked Cock

Derek Savage's buddy rolled his eyes at the idea of his cock manifesting meditation in the park—until pornstar Yhivi sauntered by, her curves glinting under the sun. Derek's jaw dropped, his pulse racing as he approached her, his voice low and smooth. "Hey, Yhivi," he purred, eyes locked on her smoldering gaze. When he learned she was meeting up with Ricky Johnson, Derek's smirk turned predatory. "Let me audition," he insisted, his hand already brushing her thigh. Yhivi leaned into him, her lips curving as she whispered, "You're on." They ducked into Ricky's car, the door slamming shut like a signal. Derek's fingers found her zipper, unhooking it with practiced ease as she pulled his pants down, her mouth wrapping around his throbbing cock. The rhythm of her sucking was relentless, her tongue flicking over the head, her breath hot and wet. Before Ricky's house even came into view, Derek's hands were on her hips, lifting her onto the hood of the car. She giggled, her nails scraping down his back as he pounded into her, their bodies slamming together in a haze of sweat and desire. The backseat became a battlefield of moans and gasps, her thighs squeezing his waist, his hips thrusting with primal hunger. They burst into the apartment, no time for introductions. Derek dragged her to the couch, his cock already at her entrance. She gasped as he slid in, his movements deep and urgent, her nails digging into his shoulders. The room was silent except for their ragged breaths and the wet sounds of their union. Derek's cock hit her cervix, and she arched, her lips finding his, their tongues dancing in a fevered kiss. She pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he groaned, his thrusts faster, deeper. The couch creaked beneath them, the fabric smearing with their passion. Derek's hands trembled, his grip tightening as he buried himself in her, his balls slapping against her ass with every savage movement. She cried out, her body shuddering, and he kissed her neck, his cock pistoning in and out, his climax erupting like a storm. She didn't stop him, just let the wave of his seed flood her, her fingers threading through his hair as he kissed her lips, his heartbeat syncing with hers. The moment was electric, raw, and unapologetic—Derek's cock had done the job, and Yhivi's pussy was his prize.