The tires screamed into the cool night air. The metal strained from the G Forces as the car drifted around the turn. I shifted gears, quickly pressing on the gas. The engine roared in anger, so I gave it more gas. We raced through the night, nothing around us for miles.
Her lips were wrapped tight around my cock, throbbing in sync with my racing heartbeat. Her tongue snaked around my shaft. Her head moved slowly, sliding her lips up and down while leaving trails of saliva.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
That’s when she slid my cock back down her throat. It was all I could do to keep from cumming. She held herself there, letting me feel the vibrations from her throat as she giggled. She slid back up, her lips popping as she left my head.
“Yes!” She approved, “Fight it. It tastes so much better when you boys fight back.”
Fuck! I can’t even fucking remember how I got here. I don’t even own a car! A stick!? I can’t drive a manual transmission! I never learned. How am I doing this? The wheel, the dashboard, the seats. This car has to be from the sixties or something.