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Twin Peaks: Coma (1990) dir. David Lynch

She could barely fit him inside her mouth, Jane hadn't expected his cock to be this big neither expecting herself to get wet by the sight of it. When he pushed her head down she choked on his cock just a little, one small hand grasping over the base of his cock as her saliva coated his length as she slowly worked him into her mouth, up and down, running her tongue over his length as she set the pace.

Jane rolled her eyes at his words. "Yeah, it was that fucking hard, you idiot." She replied as she watched the bulge in his pants grow which prompted to move until she was knelt on the passenger seat, leaning over his lap and using her hands to free his cock from his boxers wrapping her lips around his girth.

He rolled his eyes in return and raised his waist off of his seat so he could help her pull down his boxers enough to allow his big, hard cock and balls to flop out. He threw his head back against his seat when he finally entered her mouth, feeling an instant pleasure he desperately needed. "Mm, fuck." He placed a hand on the back of her head, helping to guide her head up and down.

"Fucking fine." Annoyance could be heard in Jane's voice as she pulled her hands away from his crotch and reached for her top, tugging her tube top down and folding it just under her breasts, it was easier since she hadn't even worn a bra that night, her full plump breasts were bare to him dimly lit by the city lights as he drove.

"There, was that so fuckin' hard?" He smirked, giving her shit while his gaze moved downward, to her gorgeous, bare breasts. He looked back at the road, not immediately reacting to them. Instead, the bulge in his boxers grew visibly harder. "Come on, I'm good to go."

With his pants unbuttoned Jane lifted herself up again, giving him a stern look. "How many times have you thought about this?" She asked, because she was smarter than to think that this request came out of the blue. "You're going to crash if I let you see my tits." She said while her hand sunk again under his pants and over his boxers slowly stroking his still covered cock.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he remained focus on the road but would glance over at her. "Listen, I know how to fuckin' drive, alright? We ain't crashing." He shook his head, looking at the road again. He enjoyed feeling her caress his bulge through his boxers, but he wanted what he wanted. "Just take them out."

Jane didn't need the confirmation that came from his words, because she already knew what he was after. "You're so fucking gross." She said but there was no bite in her tone. She was at least a half an hour away from her place by car, there was no way she was going to walk, or get another ride, hands moving over to unbutton his pants without an ounce of hesitation.

"Atta girl." He complimented, adjusting his seat so she could get better access and lean over him. He started his car and drove off, beginning the not-so-short drive to her house. "You gotta get me hard, too. Why don't you show me your tits or sumthin'." He glanced over at her.

Jane looks at him for a little too long before realizing he's absolutely serious. "C'mon, don't be a dick." She scoffs looking out of his car window, she knows she is drunk and needs a ride home and her options are scarce. "What is it going to cost me?"

The look on his face did not falter, instead offering a shrug. "It's only fair to suck the dick of the guy giving you a ride." He bit down on his lower lip. "Those are my terms. Or you can walk."