Empty track at 2 AM, me flat on the hood of my own car, legs spread to the floodlights. "One more lap," I told the boyfriend of a friend who'd followed me out. "Show me you can keep up." He didn't — he just stared, then climbed on, and I rode him on the paint like I was taking the checkered flag.
Engine off, nobody around, just my moans echoing off the grandstands. "Faster, baby, don't lift," I gasped, and came with my heels on his ass.
Wanna take a lap on my hood?
Middle
We left tire marks. I kept the photo. More of my stories here →
I'm so horny right now just thinking about that empty track — wish it was you.
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