I was just being fucked hard by a rich second-gen on the hood of his Lamborghini.
My husband was sitting in the driver's seat, thinking he was clever by trying to start the car to add some excitement for us. Unexpectedly, the engine roared with a loud bang, the car shook violently, and the second-gen lying on top of me got scared and came right on the spot…
I was just starting to feel something when it suddenly stopped. My damn husband must have done it on purpose! The second-gen lost face and got furious, but he wasn't willing to let me go just like that. He pulled up his pants, stuffed me into the passenger seat, and insisted on taking me shopping at the mall. The engine roared, the Lamborghini sped off, and on the golden bull emblem on the hood, you could vaguely see a blob of white fluid…
In the rearview mirror, my husband was left standing alone in the original spot, with a ball of toilet paper I had just used to wipe myself lying at his feet.
Looking at the young and handsome face beside me, I thought to myself how hot-tempered young people are these days. Compared to him, his dad is much stronger. If it weren't for the three-pointed star emblem on the Mercedes hood being too uncomfortable last time, it wouldn't have been the son's turn to experience this real "car sex" first.
In the rearview mirror, my husband was bending over to pick something up. He really "has manners"—even when leaving, he didn't forget to pick up the ball of toilet paper stuck with the second-gen's semen from the ground.
The second-gen's dad is an old scoundrel who refuses to age in spirit. He usually likes to call his bootlickers around to drink and have fun with girls. My husband is one of those bootlickers. I heard they often play some game like "guess the object by smell".
Do you think when the old guy smells this ball of toilet paper today, he'll be able to guess what it is?
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