GFE Phone sex can be thought of as a race. My dream was to be a racer and suck your cock all the way to the finish line. I guess my dream of being in real drag race was never going to come true. I loved muscle cars about as much as I loved the driver that could start those engines. Being from England, and coming here I had to realize there was a difference in the speed of things. When you stopped me on that motorcycle and told me I was going to fast the cops could stop me I noticed how tight jawed you were and how much length you had between your legs while you straddled the bike. I imagined that you were a powered big cock guy that would hold my fucking hair and treat me like a tramp. I was doing this while sitting in my car ready to race with you. I figured you knew what I wanted because you took off after me and the chase was on! My hair flickered through the sun roof and I thought what kind of things would you do to me when you caught me. Would you turn me over your knee and swat my ass with a brush because I was being naughty? Or would you insert your hands into my ass and cause that creamy sauce to spill all over your knees. Whatever it was I was sure as hell going to join this speeding race we were doing with a vengeance. I think the first thing we were going to do was push that full throttle cock to a comfortable 80 mph and then I was going to rub my fucking lips all over it. Now when your cum started coming out of the top then it was time for the deep throat throttle. Hmm tasty isn’t it? And then you told me to turn my ass around shut my eyes you had a bigger surprise, behind you were three 10 inch cocks you wanted rammed up my ass and in my mouth .I was willing to obey to do anything to get you going. As the cum seeped out of my ass I thought about how lucky I was to have someone in my life who loved exploring the wilder things!
As we began racing down the hill, I thought of all the things I was going to do. I thought of my dream I thought of our race and my pussy engine was more than ready!