Once Matt reached the car, he had developed a full-fledged hard on. I could barely hold on. But when he sat down in the car his cock snaked out of the leg of his jams and I was laying on top of it. He just pulled the jams up some and as he looked down at me he said, Work me over boy, But do NOT make me cum. I went to work on him as if my life depended on it. I suppose it did. Matts driving was just as erratic as the drive over. I spent as much time hugging him tightly as I did trying to massage it. Matt must have gotten really worked up by watching Aaron abuse me. Matt was leaking profusely and he swelled up on the verge of cumming several times. I just barely stopped him from shooting the last time. As a tiny bit if white fluid leaked out of the head a voice from above me said, You need to clean up the mess you tried to make boy. I leaned in and lapped his near cum up. Just then he slammed on the brakes and I flew forward. The only thing that stopped me was when I slammed into the palm of his hand. That hand caught me and pushed me back into the cock head just as it blew. Cum pumped out all over me. Matt sighed and finished shooting as I watched his gism ooze down onto the seat. I nearly said something to him about the mess on my car seat. Then I realized that this was not going to be my car any more. Matts finger tapped my head and I got the first praise from him that I ever had. Good toy. You timed it right to get me to cum just as I pulled into the garage. Getting out of the car, Matt aimed his phone at it and I watched it shrink down to smaller than me. Holding me in one hand he leaned over and picked the car up in the other to carry it inside.
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