Where it happened: 2001 Miata Red Leather PD, PWD, AC
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
I was rolling down the street on my diamond rims on a hot and steamy summer afternoon. I used to always drive by construction sites so that the workers would whistle at me because I had low self esteem. This afternoon was particularly hot and humid and I could feel the sweat dripping down my tight white snatch, down past the clitoris, by the urethral opening or meatus, past the openings of my paraurethral ducts, and onto my hymenal carunkle. And if you don’t think the sweat was getting all over my labia minor and majora as well then you are wrong. Which is funny cause I ended up with crook up my anal sphincter, into my rectum, and maybe into the colon. I may have also punctured a lung. I had been cruising in my Miata by construction sites all day and couldn’t get a whistle or a hoot no matter how much I showed off my dripping snatch. Did I mention I am also a gymnast and very flexible. I pulled into the Jack in the Box parking lot and opened my glove box looking for my Graves Metal Vaginal Speculum-small to open my glove box, and to my dismay, I had left it in my grandma. I ferociously looked around the car seeking anything to satisfy my insatiable need for dong, but nothing would suffice. That’s when I felt it in my hand. Black, scalding, and bulbous, I began to softly stroke my asshole as I realized only a new experience, anal pleasures, would put me in a better mood. The shaft was glorious, leather shimmering in the sunlight, long, powerful and commanding, as I poured my chocolate shake on to the stick shift. I remembered the bottle of hersheys syrup on the back seat and slathered it liberally on my quivering anal clitoris. I pulled away from the drive thru and parked next to a schoolbus. Then I took off the remainding clothes and pulled out my strap on so I could jerk off onto the Clarence Thomas bobblehead on my dash, while my car punished my browneye. I mounted the stick shift and let the purring leather pulverize my asshole. I slipped, startled at the sound of school children pelting my miata with Rhoist Beef bag lunches. My twitching spinchter, left momentarily gasping for air, slipped the clutch into reverse as I tried return to my task of destroying my shit locker. My shute grasped onto the iron fist as I slowly drifted by the drive through line and three lanes of traffic, with my body too clenched in the ecstasy of pounding my doodoo socket while going bukake on Clarence Thomas to notice my moving vehicle. By the time I opened my eyes I realized the juices had squorted all over my body, my face, and my brother in the backseat. I realized I had dripping brown pinkeye to go with my dripping brown pink socks. God Bless America.
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