I was driving home after a weekend spent in the country. Pornhat “You can go.”
I was stunned. “Hands on the hood,” she ordered. “Oh god!”
“Oh yes!”
“Oh fuck!”
My moans echoed throughout the deserted streets for a while until I felt my orgasm resurface. I suddenly realized the ticket-free streak I had going for the past few years was about to come to an end. Then, I felt her hands against my shoulders. “License and registration please,” said a feminine voice, moments later. “Sorry,” I apologized as I handed her the requested identification. “I said: licence and registration please,” said an all-too-real cop. At first, I cried out in surprised, but they soon turned to blissful moans. “My turn now,” I read her say.
