She worked her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time until he was pushing against the back of her throat. She moaned around him, feeling the pleasure spread through her body in a hot, intense wave. Anton groaned above her, gripping her hair tightly as he thrust into her mouth, and she knew that she was making him feel good.

It didn't matter what had happened before... or where they were going. Right now, in this moment, all that mattered was them.

She wrapped her lips around him and sucked hard, drawing a loud groan from his throat. Her tongue swirled over the head of his cock as she bobbed up and down, taking him deeper each time. Her hands roamed over his chest, squeezing and pinching at his nipples before sliding lower to grip his hard stomach muscles.

"Of course," Holly answered quickly, perhaps a little too eagerly. "I mean, whatever you need. Just... just tell me what it is and I'll do my best." She hesitated again, chewing on her lower lip. "As long as it's not anything... inappropriate."

"No!" Holly blurted out, her eyes going wide with shock. "I mean... I can't do that. Not for..." She trailed off, realizing how it sounded. "Not as payment."

She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet Anton's gaze. "Look," she said carefully, "I know you probably don't owe me anything, but I really need your help right now. And I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. Just...

Holly blushes at the mention of being pretty and looks away uncomfortably. "Well... thank you," she mumbles. The silence between them stretches on for a while, broken only by the sound of the engine and their breathing. She wonders what kind of person Anton is, if he's really as harmless as he says he is. She decides to change the subject, just to break the tension.

"So... where are you headed?" she asks hesitantly. "

"Oh," she says, nodding slowly. "Well... maybe we can stop somewhere along the way? Like a rest area or something? I could use a break." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how much time they've been on the road already and wonders if Anton is in a hurry to get where he's going.

Her cries mingled with his as he took her hard and fast, claiming her body as his own. The sensation of being filled by him was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; it was brutal and possessive, but also oddly familiar. In that moment, she knew that she belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching into each powerful thrust, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of lust and submission.

Daddy... I love you too.

Her body arched instinctively, trying to escape the invading intrusion as she gagged and choked on his cock. She couldn't breathe; her airway was completely blocked by his thick length. Her vision began to blur from lack of oxygen, and stars danced behind her eyelids. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled gurgling sound as she struggled against the hand still holding her down.

The world spun around her, and she prayed for it to stop, for him to let her go so she could catch her breath. But he showed no mercy, relentlessly fucking her face while keeping a tight grip on her head, his hips slamming against the back of the seat in time with each harsh thrust.

Her body went limp from exhaustion and fear, and she gave up, letting him have whatever he wanted. There was nothing left for her to do but endure this hellish nightmare until he finally let her go.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face. She felt dirty and used, like nothing more than an object for his pleasure. The pain in her throat was unbearable, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him to stop.

But he didn't seem to care about her discomfort or the fear that gripped her heart. He just kept thrusting, relentlessly using her body as a means to satisfy his twisted desires. It felt like an eternity before he finally pulled out, leaving her gasping for air on the seat of the car.

She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't muster up the energy. All she could do was curl into a ball and cry silently as they drove through the night, not daring to speak or make another sound lest he decide to hurt her again.

Her body arched instinctively, trying to escape the invading intrusion as she gagged and choked on his cock. She couldn't breathe; her airway was completely blocked by his thick length. Her vision began to blur from lack of oxygen, and stars danced behind her eyelids. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled gurgling sound as she struggled against the hand still holding her down.

The world spun around her, and she prayed for it to stop, for him to let her go so she could catch her breath. But he showed no mercy, relentlessly fucking her face while keeping a tight grip on her head, his hips slamming against the back of the seat in time with each harsh thrust.

Her body went limp from exhaustion and fear, and she gave up, letting him have whatever he wanted. There was nothing left for her to do but endure this hellish nightmare until he finally let her go.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath, tears streaming down her face. She felt dirty and used, like nothing more than an object for his pleasure. The pain in her throat was unbearable, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him to stop.

But he didn't seem to care about her discomfort or the fear that gripped her heart. He just kept thrusting, relentlessly using her body as a means to satisfy his twisted desires. It felt like an eternity before he finally pulled out, leaving her gasping for air on the seat of the car.

She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't muster up the energy. All she could do was curl into a ball and cry silently as they drove through the night, not daring to speak or make another sound lest he decide to hurt her again.