Cuffed to my James Dean

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I always wanted a boyfriend that was dominant in the streets, submissive in the sheets. It also helps that he knows how to use that huge Italian cock of his, and that mouth of his, oh my god. The best part is his profession, he is a street car driver. He is my very own James Dean, and I am his Marilyn Monroe. I have always had a thing for bad boys, but was usually disappointed because most of them actually have small cocks. I got so lucky with my James Dean! My car broke down on the side of the road, and I flagged down this super nice car. In the car was my James Dean and his friend Andrade, and Andrade was all over me. He wasn’t bad looking and he had to have money to be driving a car like that, so I started flirting back. My James Dean laughed so hard, and it got under my skin. I asked what the fuck his problem was, and he told me princesses like me would never fuck Andrade because he has a microscopic cock. I didn’t really believe him, and he must have known that because he pulled Andrade’s pants off. Sure enough it was ridiculously small. Me and my James Dean lost it, and picked on him together. My James Dean fixed my car, and gave me his number. I called as soon as I got in the car, and he seemed to think it was cute. He invited me to watch him race that night. What he didn’t tell me was he was going to make me sit in the passenger seat. It was such an adrenaline rush, and I couldn’t wait to tear his clothes off. He told me to wait until we got to his garage, and weirdly enough I listened. We fucked all over his garage and car, and he loved it when I told him what to do. I took complete control, and he fucking loved it. I think I found who I will let cuff me for the season.

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