… you should

Fuck it. The idea is too kinky, to enticing!

You pull over into a secluded copse of trees on an overgrown driveway, the Ferrari's tires crunching on the gravel. The car purrs like a contented cat as you pull the hand brake and unbuckle your seatbelt, leaving the engine running, the gear shift vibrating. You kick off your sandals, pull your leggings down and throw them into the passenger seat. You remove your underwear to expose your shaved pussy. The sun is shining through the leaves, dappling your skin with light. You feel wild, free, and absolutely naughty. The car is hot around you, the smell of leather filling your nostrils. You manouvre in the tight confines, squatting as you spread your legs, the sun kissing your bare thighs, and you look down at the gear shifter with hungry eyes.

With a gasp you lower yourself onto the gear shift, feeling the leather shaft pressing into your wetness. The car feels alive beneath you, the vibrations from the engine sending waves of pleasure through your body. You start to rock your hips, building a rhythm, your breath catching in your throat. You can feel your orgasm building, the vibrations from the Ferrari resonating with your own body's natural rhythms. It's a strange and powerful feeling, one you've never felt before. The car seems to be an extension of you. You lean back, arching your back, your hands gripping the head rests tightly. You're lost in the sensation, the world outside fading away.

There is a sudden tapping on your window. Your eyes snap open. Oh fuck! You’ve been caught!