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KELLI. “As soon as this light turns green, I’m going to mash this gas pedal and drive as fast as I can up that ramp,” Erik said as he pointed toward the highway.

I checked my seat belt to make sure it was buckled.

This was going to be exciting.

Erik’s car was a BMW M3. Having been around BMW’s my entire life, and working at the dealership, I knew about BMW’s M series of cars. Erik’s car was basically a race car driven on the street. His car could be driven from a garage at home to the track and race against just about anything and win, as long as the driver knew how to drive.

“And, I am going to keep driving as fast as I can down the highway, and no matter what speed limit I reach,” he paused.

I turned and looked at him, my heart racing.

“I won’t slow down,” he said.

He gripped the wheel with both hands.

“There’s two…well, let’s say three things that’ll get me to slow down. We’ll either wreck, get arrested – because I will not stop if the police try to pull me over, or you’re going to make me cum,” he turned and faced me.

“You. What? I’m confused,” I said, trying to remember what he said exactly.

The light turned green.

He gripped the wheel and took off. He hit the paddle shifter. Second gear. He hit it again. Third gear. I leaned over and looked at the speedometer. We weren’t even off the on ramp and he was going 105 miles an hour.

“This could get really ugly really quick, baby girl,” he said in a firm tone as he shifted gears again.

“I must have missed something,” I half screamed over the sound of the car accelerating.

He shifted again.

He swerved left.

He swerved back to the right.

The force of him changing lanes forced me to the center of the car. I glanced up at the speedometer. 135 miles an hour.

“Oh my God, Erik, we’ll go to jail,” I screamed.

“Well, I’d get busy if I were you,” he said as he changed lanes to get around a truck.

“Get busy?” I screamed, scared.

“I told you. We either get arrested, wreck, or you make me cum. After one of those three things happen, this is over,” he stared straight ahead.

I thought about what he said. He was not joking. This. Was. Insane. I leaned to the left, and was caught by the seatbelt.

Reluctantly, I reached down and unbuckled the belt. I leaned over to his seat, being careful to stay clear of the steering wheel. I turned my head to the right, 145 miles per hour.

We are going to die.

I unzipped his pants, dug around in his pants with my finger, and pulled his limp cock out.

I immediately started sucking as hard and as fast as I could. His cock grew in my mouth. Up and down the shaft, I moved my mouth, slurping and slobbering more than normal. I heard him downshift and the sound of a horn.

Oh my God. This is insane. He’s insane.

I closed my eyes.

His cock, now rigid, was working into my throat. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, and rotated my head side-to-side. Licking and slurping, I pressed the shaft with my tongue.

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