Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077] Chapter 18 - Techie, Dirty Race, Movie Night & The Trap IV

By the ti Cypher realised what she was doing, her chrod out hands were on his pants, unbuttoning them, zipper down, her cold fingers fetching his cock out, already harder than ever, threatening to burst like a ripe fruit.

Cypher pulled the window up, hiding the heated exchange going on. He floored it and drove out of that area; it was too crowded. He needed privacy, needed space, because whatever she was about to do, he wasn't holding back.

"Fuck," Cypher groaned, head tipping back as her hot mouth slid down his shaft way too fast. That slick, filthy heat had him ready to burst. "Hasn't been... a month... you know."

The wet suction had his hips twitching, cock throbbing desperately, ready to erupt down her throat. The Glitter cravings flickered in the back of his mind, but this… This was better, rawer, no synthetic bullshit.

Rita pulled up just enough to look at him with a teasing bob of her head, body twisted sideways in the passenger seat, leaning over the console into his lap. "Special occasion, honey... now floor it."

"Where?"

"Sowhere… just us."

To that, a certain empty, abandoned Drive-in Theater ca to Cypher's mind. He knew where it was on the map and drove towards it, all the while his toes curled in his boots, holding back from blasting in her mouth too soon.

Rita didn't wait. She dove back down, her chrod hand gripping the wheel-side of his thigh for leverage while the other stroked what her mouth couldn't reach yet. She took him slowly at first, lips stretching wide around his thick girth, tongue swirling hot and wet along the underside as the car hurtled forward. But as he accelerated, swerving around a convoy, she matched the pace, sucking harder. Her head twisted with every sharp turn he made, never breaking rhythm.

Glurk!

His hips jerked up instinctively, bucking into that tight, choking suction as precum oozed freely onto her tongue. Oh fuck, he was ready to moan like a fool. Her mouth squeezed him relentlessly, tongue lapping greedily around the swollen rim, teasing the sensitive ridge until his balls drew tight. Her chrod hand pumped the base in firm, twisting strokes, slick with spit, the cool tal warming from friction as she worked him rcilessly.

"Fuck… Can't hold it… in!" Cypher warned through gritted teeth, one hand white-knuckling the wheel.

Yet, just like the last ti, Rita ramd her face down even harder. He was big, thick, stretching her lips taut, but she forced it all in. Her soft lips sealed around the base, brushing his balls.

"Mmmmh!" she humd around him, the vibration shooting straight to his spine.

Cypher's vision blurred, cock swelling impossibly thicker before unleashing thick ropes of hot cream straight down her throat. It blasted out in ssy, potent spurts, flooding her mouth. Her throat worked overti to swallow, but it overflowed anyway, creamy strands leaking from the corners of her lips as his hips jerked uncontrollably, pumping more.

Rita was choking on his load, gurgles bubbling around his throbbing shaft, but she drank it down greedily, gulping every bit. She wasn't usually into swallowing, but damn, this guy deserved it. Crazy enough to race like a demon, fun enough to make her pussy clench just thinking about round two.

Gluk!

It wasn't easy. Fuck, he ca buckets, coating her tongue, sliding down her gullet in heavy globs. Her chrod fingers tightened on his thigh, nails pricking skin. And shit, he was still rock-hard, pulsing against her lips.

She pulled up, gasping. But before she could catch her breath fully…

"Almost…!"

Cypher growled, one hand slamming to the back of her head as he ramd his hips up one last ti. He fucked her throat deep, grinding in as another thick burst erupted, pumping it straight down before letting her lift fully. Cum sared her chin, dripping onto her chest.

His batter streaking half her face, glossy trails leaking from those swollen lips, dripping in slow, sticky globs down her chin.

Rita smirked through it, dragging her chro fingers across the ss, scooping up the warm cream before popping them into her mouth, licking clean with deliberate, teasing swirls of her tongue. Then she grabbed her loose, cropped top and wiped her face with it, not at all bothered that her glistening breasts were nude, tipped with cute little pink nipples.

Fuck, they were enhanced perfection, and Cypher's cock throbbed harder just staring, loving every unnatural inch of her.

"Alone, just us, here we are."

He drove them into the driveway beside the window, lowered the window, aid his Sonic Screwdriver at the computer inside, and just like that, the shutter door lifted up. As he drove inside, he let the shutter fall as well.

He drove to the side of an old, large Villefort car, abandoned there, its hood being rather large, flat, and perfect for a date. But he didn't think of that; he couldn't think at all. As soon as he was sure there was nobody in there, he opened the door and got out, throwing his glasses in.

He wasted no ti stripping; jacket flung aside, t-shirt yanked over his head, pants kicked off until he stood butt-naked except for his boots, cock jutting out thick and veined, still slick from her throat and aching for more.

On the other side of the car, Rita copied him, her green eyes locked hungrily on his fat shaft, never wavering as she peeled away clothes. That hard length bobbing with every heartbeat.

And fuck, Cypher couldn't stop ogling the Asian beauty. She was stunning, cute in that deadly way, and so much more.

She tugged off her tiny cropped top, baring her entire upper body, synthetic skin gleaming under the faint lights, the bold "Moxes" tattooed proudly across her upper chest. Her fully chrod arms flexed as she moved, spikes on forearms glinting, but she kept her holstered guns strapped on. Beautiful, dangerous, ard, and it only made his balls tighten hotter.

"Mmm… I can feel you… already fucking with your eyes." Rita teased, licking her lips.

"Wrong, I'm already on my third round… in here." He grinned, tapping on his temples.

He started to stroke himself, waiting as she, instead of pulling her latex pants, just tore them from the middle lining from her waistband at the front to the back, revealing the blushing pink slit, completely hairless, puffy lips already glistening with arousal, so real and dripping that it made his mouth water.

Cypher was sure her lower half was all organic. It was likely that she had so sort of accident that led to this, and fuck, he wasn't going to ask about it because she looked damn perfect already. And that latex and high heels, that woke sothing strange and new in him.

"You got a taste of ... I'm dying to get my mouth on you now," he said.

Rita bit her plump lower lip as she sauntered around to the low, sloped bonnet of his Quadra. She hopped up backwards, ass landing dead center on the warm tal with a soft thud, then pivoted with a breathless huff. Her legs swung up, heels planting firm at the base of the windshield, body arching as she dangled her head upside down off the front bumper. Her lush purple hair spread in the motion, cascading like a neon waterfall.

"Who's stopping?"

Cypher walked closer to her dangling head, legs apart. Then plopped his thick, slick cock right onto her upturned face with a wet smack. He smirked, rubbing the heavy length all over her pale cheeks, saring leftover cum and spit across her skin, then dragging it over her dark lipstick as she puckered and pecked greedy kisses along the shaft. He was massive compared to her petite features. His girth eclipsed her lips entirely, the swollen head bumping her nose as veins pulsed hot against her.

"Oooh-mmmm!" She moaned like a cat in heat.

Cypher beckoned a bit, and she opened her mouth. He slid in like her throat was a tight, wet pussy. Slow at first, feeling her lips part around his girth, corners straining as he pushed deeper.

He groaned, his legs shook, balls drawing up tight. He couldn't even rember the last ti he'd buried his face between thighs, let alone devoured one this perfect, and fuck, he was starving for her taste.

He leaned forward over her body, enshrouding her in his shadow. His cock naturally jamd deeper into her throat from the shift.

Rita's steel-cold hands wrapped greedily around his ass, sharp nails digging in hard enough to leave stinging red lines across his skin, pulling him closer like she couldn't get enough of his length, stretching her lips wide.

The torn latex pants clung stubbornly to her thighs, gripping the warm tal of the bonnet and keeping her from sliding down. Cypher hooked his arms under her knees and spread her legs wider.

Pale, organic skin flushed hot, her blushing pussy lips parted invitingly, glistening with arousal. He didn't hesitate. He dove in face-first, the intoxicating scent hitting him like a pure, uncut hit, better than any glitter rush, flooding his brain and making his cock throb harder down her throat.

"Mmmm," Cypher humd filthily against her soaked folds as he devoured her like a starving man.