There was a night of unforgettable car sex she would never forget. Her relationship with her boyfriend at the time was on the verge of collapse, so she reached out again to Yamada, the son of her company's president, and invited him out for drinks. He happily agreed, meeting her at the station before heading to an izakaya. On the way home, he lightly kissed her inside the car, gradually deepening it with tongue. Though conflicted about her current relationship, she silently accepted. In that moment, her underwear was already soaked. He forcefully guided her hand toward his crotch—his cock was rock hard, swollen to the point of bursting, clearly desperate to be inside her. She was just as aroused. "Can I go in?" he asked. "Yes," she replied instantly. Then, as if only interested in her body, he roughly unhooked her bra, sucked her breasts, quickly undressed himself, pulled her panties aside, and thrust into her. The tight space of the car intensified the closeness, heightening her excitement. Neither had brought a condom. Bareback with the man she adored. Realizing he wouldn't pull out, imagining he'd cum inside her, only made her more turned on. It hadn't even been five minutes when he came deep inside her. It was forceful, mechanical—she couldn't say it was particularly pleasurable. Yet afterward, they locked lips in a fierce, passionate deep kiss. She had never been so aroused in her life, and never since has she experienced anything like it. To this day, she still loves him. But there's one regret she can't let go: she never gave him a blowjob. That beloved cock of his—she wanted to see it more, feel it more, taste it more. She'd truly wanted to give him a cleanup blowjob afterward. Pushing those feelings aside, even now she gives him a blowjob in her fantasies. She can't help but think his cock would taste even better than she ever imagined…