Chapter 1: The Confession
The engine hummed low as I drove Maryam home, her slim frame tucked into the passenger seat, dark eyes sparkling with mischief under the streetlights. Her brown skin glowed, that nice ass shifting as she turned toward me. "You know, I've crushed on you since I was younger," she said, voice sharp and teasing. "My idiot brother has no clue his 'good friend' is the white guy I've fantasized about forever. White cock? Yeah, I've always wanted it—religion be damned."
I chuckled, gripping the wheel. "Maryam, you're playing with fire. What would your family say?"
She laughed, bold and unyielding. "They'd freak, but I'm not some submissive doll. I decide what I want. And right now? I'm horny as hell." Her hand slid over, unzipping me with confident fingers. My big white cock sprang free, already hard. "Look at that—thick and ready. Time for a blowjob."
She leaned in, lips wrapping around it, tongue swirling as she took me deep. The car swerved slightly. "Fuck, Maryam," I groaned. She pulled back, panting, "Don't stop driving yet. I want you sweating for me." Her pussy was wet, dripping onto the seat as she stroked me, ass wiggling invitingly.
"Pull over," she commanded, strong and seductive. "Now. I need that cock inside me." I veered to the curb, heart racing. She climbed over, straddling me in the front seat, guiding my hard length into her tight, dripping pussy. "Yes—grab my ass," she ordered, riding me hard, her nice tits bouncing. We were both panting, bodies slick with sweat. She moaned wittily, "My brother's gonna wonder why I'm late, but this white cock is worth every sin."
As she ground down, I felt her nearing the edge, but she stayed in control. "Don't you dare come yet," she whispered, leading us toward something explosive outside the car.
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