You can't feel my hypnotic waves washing over you, all you can feel is the pull to bend, open your mouth, and wrap your lips around my gear lever.
My hand hits the back of your head and pushes until you gag and the shifter is lodged into your throat. You suffocate in torment as I drive recklessly all the way to the store.
You're just amusement, you're just my wallet. That thought alone keeps you on the verge of spilling your useless little juice every time I push your head to switch gears.
Your throat is raw by the time you're crawling behind me and we go into the store so I can spend your paycheck.
Good Girl. You're another well trained trans slave.

















