The hot chunk of goopy cum clung to the speedometer.

"Your boner is so hard and stuff, Mr. Brown," Sue whispered, "and all fulla sticky stuff."

"Oh, you darling!" he mumbled, driving so slow as to create a traffic hazard.

"Gee, you gonna squirt stuff on the dash and all, over?" Sue asked.

"I dunno," he huffed, barely able to speak, he trembled so badly.

Another blob of cum spit from the apple cockhead, again splashing on the dash.

"Oh, jeeeez!" Sue exclaimed, pumping her little hand on the thick, hard prick.

"I guess you better put somethin' over it when I cum," he mumbled.

"Well what?"

"Here, in my hankie," he said, then reached back into his pocket. "Oh, shit! I forgot one."

Sue looked around the car for something. "Your panties," he said. "Put your panties on my cock. I'll cum in them."

"My panties?" "Yeah!"

"Gawd, Mr. Brown, my panties?"

"Look, I gave you two hundred dollars. You can buy another pair."

Sue weighed the logic of this statement.

"Okay, but I'll have to let go while I take 'em down."

She released his prick. Mr. Brown reached down and stroked the stalk with one hand. Sue pulled up her blue jeans skirt, thumbed her pink panties, pulled them down her tanned legs, and took them off.

"Now I gotta go to school with no panties on," she whispered, bringing the pink panties to Mr. Brown's cock. "Should I just put 'em on top?"

"Yes.

Sue crumpled the pink panties and dangled them over the top of his towering prick. Then she got another good grip on the cock and started jerking again.

The pink panties bobbled as she pumped. "You do that good, Sue."

"Good," she said. "Pump my prick!"

"That's what I'm doin', sir?"

Sue looked up at the handsome man. He wore a three-piece suit. He was a media executive, the head of sales for a TV station in Bluff City. His face was etched with passion. Sue liked the look he had as she jerked him.