Traffic

Traffic

by Jaewon

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The highway was a nightmare. Cars barely moving, brake lights stretching endlessly ahead under the darkening sky. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched after another long day. Irene sat in the passenger seat at first, but the moment traffic slowed to a crawl, she unbuckled and climbed into the back.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled her skirt higher up her thighs, eyes burning with that sharp, irritated look she got when she was pissed off and horny at the same time. “I’m tired of waiting. Tired of everything today. Fuck me. Right now.”

Irene had been in a mood since we left the building—short answers, snapping at small things. Now that energy had flipped into something raw and demanding. She was the kind of horny girl who didn’t ask nicely when she needed it. She demanded.

“People can see us,” I muttered, but my cock was already stirring at the sight of her spreading her legs in the backseat, black lace panties visible.

“Then drive slower and make it good, daddy,” she shot back, voice low and edged with anger. “Or I’ll do it myself and you can watch.”

That snapped something in me. I checked the mirrors—tinted windows helped, but the car beside us was close enough to make it risky. Fuck it. I reached back, grabbed her arm, and pulled her closer to the center.

Irene climbed over the console with surprising speed for someone in heels and a tight skirt. She shoved my seat back as far as it would go and attacked my belt. Her hands were rough, yanking my pants open. My cock sprang free, and she wrapped her fingers around it immediately, stroking hard.

“Already hard for me? Good,” she hissed. “You’ve been teasing me all day with those looks.”

She leaned down and took me into her mouth without warning. The blowjob was angry and wet. No teasing licks—just straight to deep, sloppy sucking. Her lips stretched tight around my shaft as she bobbed fast, tongue pressing hard underneath. Saliva ran down my cock and onto my balls. She gagged herself on purpose, throat tightening around the head every time she pushed deeper.

“Shit, Irene…” I groaned, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching back to grip her hair. Traffic inched forward. The car next to us had a guy who looked over briefly. My heart pounded harder.

She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her glossy lips to my throbbing dick. “Drive. And keep your eyes on the road while I use this cock.”

I tried. She dove back down, sucking louder, messier. The wet sounds filled the car. Her hand twisted at the base while her mouth worked the head, hollowing her cheeks. Every few seconds she’d pop off to spit on it and stroke furiously before swallowing me again. It was rough, almost punishing, like she was mad at my dick for making her this needy.

I hit a clearer stretch and reached back, grabbing her tit through her top. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me. “You’re such a horny little slut when you’re pissed,” I said.

She pulled off, eyes flashing. “Then fuck your slut, daddy. Now.”

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I found the next exit and pulled into a slightly wider lane where traffic was moving even slower. Irene didn’t wait. She hiked her skirt up to her waist, yanked her panties to the side, and straddled me in cowgirl right there in the driver’s seat. The car was cramped, steering wheel pressing into her back, but she didn’t care.

She grabbed my cock and sank down hard, taking every inch in one go. “Fuck—yes,” she hissed, head falling back. Her pussy was dripping wet and burning hot. She started riding immediately, angry bounces that made her ass slap against my thighs. Her tits bounced inside her top as she gripped my shoulders for leverage.

I thrust up to meet her, one hand on her hip, the other sliding up to squeeze her throat lightly. “Ride it harder. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned, grinding down deep before lifting almost all the way off and slamming back down. The car rocked slightly with her movements. Outside, drivers in neighboring lanes were inches away. Someone honked far behind us. Irene didn’t slow down. If anything, the risk made her wetter.

Her walls clenched tight around me, creamy and slick. She leaned forward, biting my neck as she rode faster. “Deeper. Fill me up. I need it rough tonight.”

I reached between us and rubbed her clit hard. Irene’s body jerked, a sharp squirt soaking my lap and the seat. She came fast and angry, moaning through gritted teeth, but kept bouncing through the orgasm like she was chasing another one immediately.