Corey stopped for a bit, his hips still hovering just above Kota's lap, the heat of his bare ass radiating against the thick, throbbing length that had just stretched him open.
The van's engine was still idling low, the faint rumble mixing with the distant morning traffic outside and the soft rattle of empty energy drink cans rolling around the floorboards.
Corey's breath came in short, satisfied puffs against Kota's neck, his plump cheeks still clenching lazily around the base of the cock buried inside him, a slow trickle of fresh cum leaking out and dripping onto the leather seat below.
He reached one hand back into the glove compartment without pulling off, fingers rummaging through the mess of crumpled receipts, half-used lube packets, and stray condoms until he found what he was looking for. A black scrunchie. He pulled it out with a triumphant little hum, twisting his body just enough to gather his white hair into a messy bun on top of his head.
The motion made his ass shift and grind down harder, the thick shaft inside him dragging along his walls and forcing another soft, wet squelch of cum to escape.
"There we go,"
Corey murmured, patting the bun once to make sure it was secure, a few loose strands still framing his flushed face.
"Can't have my hair getting in the way when I'm 'working'."
He pushed the driver's seat back as far as it would go with a mechanical whir, the extra space giving him room to slide off Kota's cock with a long, lewd pop.
Cum immediately gushed out of him, thick white ropes splattering onto Kota's thighs and the seat, but Corey didn't seem to care.
He dropped to his knees in the cramped footwell, the carpet gritty under his bare skin from all the spilled drinks and crumbs, and stared up at the massive cock still standing proud and glistening in front of him.
He leaned in close, nose brushing the underside of the heavy shaft, and took a long, deep sniff, eyes fluttering shut like he was savoring the world's finest cologne.
"Mmm, fuck… this new size is insane. So thick, so heavy… you smell even better now, cutie. Musky and sweet at the same time. But honestly? It doesn't even matter how big it got."
Corey's voice dropped into a filthy whisper, lips brushing the veiny skin as he spoke.
"My throat game is damn near inhuman. I'm the only one in the band who can deepthroat the horse dildo all the way to the balls without tapping out. The others choke after six inches and cry like little bitches. Me? I take the whole thing and ask for more."
Kota thought he was bullshitting at first, a skeptical huff escaping him as he looked down at the femboy kneeling between his legs, that cocky grin still plastered on Corey's face.
But mid-sentence Corey dove in without warning, lips stretching wide around the fat head and sliding down in one smooth, greedy motion.
The wet heat enveloped Kota instantly, throat opening up like it had been waiting for this exact moment, the tight ring of muscle swallowing inch after veiny inch until Corey's nose was pressed flush against Kota's pubic bone.
"AHH OHH MY GAH—" Kota moaned like a school girl, the sound high and shocked, eyes widening as the impossible depth hit him all at once.
The new girth stretched Corey's throat obscenely, a visible bulge forming along the front of his neck, but the femboy didn't gag, didn't pull back.
He just moaned around the massive length, the vibration traveling straight down the shaft and straight into Kota's balls.
Corey bobbed and sucked away with practiced ease, head moving in long, deep strokes that took him from tip to base every single time.
Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck.
The filthy, wet sounds filled the van, spit bubbling at the corners of his stretched lips and dripping down onto Kota's balls in thick strings.
"Mmmph—fukin love this cock—loveeee making a cutie like you moan like that—fuck, you sound so pretty when I suck your big dick—"
The words were muffled and garbled around the thickness, but the meaning came through loud and clear, Corey's eyes watering yet sparkling with pure delight as he worked.
His tongue was everywhere, swirling under the head, flattening along the underside, flicking against the sensitive frenulum on every upstroke, the insane tongue work making Kota's hips jerk involuntarily.
Kota had to hold Corey's head with both hands just to keep some control, fingers tangling in the bun Corey had made, trying to slow the bobbing before it became too much too fast.
But even then the pressure built relentlessly, the tight, rippling throat milking him with every swallow, every deliberate gulp that pulled him deeper.
Corey's hands stayed on Kota's thighs, nails digging in lightly as he pushed himself further, nose grinding against the base, throat convulsing in rhythmic waves that squeezed and massaged every inch. The van rocked slightly with the motion, empty cans clinking together on the floor, the morning light filtering through the tinted windows in hazy streaks across Corey's flushed face.
The pressure was too much. Kota's balls drew up tight, the load surging up fast and heavy, and he came deeply down Corey's throat with a choked groan.
Thick, powerful ropes flooded straight into the femboy's stomach, pulse after pulse, the volume so ridiculous that Corey's eyes widened and he had to pull off halfway through, coughing and gasping as excess cum sprayed across his lips and chin in messy white arcs. Some of it dripped down onto his chest, some landed on the seat, but Corey just licked his lips and grinned, completely unbothered.
Kota thought that was over, his chest heaving, the release leaving him dizzy and spent.
But Corey wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head, that same mischievous spark lighting up his eyes again.
"Hell no. In this car you're a living dildo now."
He rested his face on Kota's lap without another word, cheek pressed against the still-hard, cum-smeared cock like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world. With one hand he reached for his phone on the dashboard, scrolling through videos with lazy swipes while his other hand stayed loosely wrapped around the base of Kota's shaft, thumb idly stroking the underside.
Whenever he felt like it, he'd lean in and gnaw gently on the head with his teeth, or suck the tip back into his warm mouth for a few lazy bobs, or deepthroat the whole thing again in one smooth glide just to feel it stretch his throat.
The casual, on-demand worship continued the entire drive, Corey's face never leaving Kota's lap, his tongue occasionally flicking out to lap at the leaking slit while he watched some random TikTok on his phone, the wet sounds mixing with the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft moan from Corey's throat.
Kota sat there, head tilted back, the van rolling forward through morning traffic, completely at the mercy of the femboy who had decided his cock was now public property for the rest of the ride.