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gotta be road head. almost every date i had with my ex for over a year ended with it while i drove the half an hour to take her home. almost got busted one time when the cops were out with a roadblock looking for drunks. luckily we had a blanket to cover her up with so they couldnt see that she didnt have pants on. (while she was polishing my knob i would have my hand between her legs. ah how i miss bench seats in a car.)
the wife now, she very very rarely even gets her lips close to my d**k and she thinks there is something wrong with road head. never have understood why she thinks it not something a woman that loves her man would do.
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