Maserati Highway Blowout
āTell me more.ā
My Maserati began purring words into my ear. I nodded intensely as each syllable left its grill: āCut taxes⦠Spit upon the poor⦠If someone keys me, drag them into the yard of your 12 bedroom McMansion and paint your grass with their brains using your Remington. Youāre an American hero. Show them your mettle.ā
I couldnāt contain myself any longer. Unzipping my pants, I knelt down behind my deep blue Maserati and gently caressed the rear bumper as I positioned my 2.5" member behind the tailpipe.
āYou naughty luxury combustion motor vehicleā¦ā I whispered softly into the audio-sEnsitive backup camera. He could hear me. I know he could hear me. My unnecessarily expensive coupe knows English.
I came before I could penetrate the tailpipe. Bellowed laugher projected from my diagram as cum soiled onto the concrete. āThis is why my trans poly pronoun-neutral partner left me.ā I sobbed to myself under the limelight of taxpayer-funded streetlights. āCumā I whispered once more.
I thought of the funny video on YouTube where they edited Kurt Cobain to say ācumā to the crowd.
āCum.ā
















