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I look up at the array of stars and think what a perfect fucking moment this is. I've got a<br />
girl sucking my cock as I lay down on the hood of my newly equipped race car under a vast,<br />
enormous sky. What more can a man ask for?<br />
I'm one with nature and the race and everything beyond. But one thing I’m fucking sure<br />
of—I'm not one with is this girl. She's just one in a thousand that I've been with. Nothing about<br />
her tells me it's gonna last.<br />
I'm weary of being with so many women that mean shit to me. But that doesn't mean I'm<br />
not gonna seize the opportunity to have my cock sucked whenever I want.<br />
I love the enthusiasm of this one. She simply can't get enough. And I don't blame her.<br />
I fist my fingers in her hair and hold her head steady as I pump my hot cum down her<br />
throat. She sucks up every last drop and continues to suck me even after I'm done, drawing out<br />
my pleasure.<br />
She pulls off my cock with a pop and says, "Braden, mmm, you taste so good. You want<br />
to go back to your place?"<br />
Fuck no. If this girl thinks she's gonna see me outside of this moment, she's got another<br />
thing coming. She should know I don't stick around. It's my well-established reputation. Besides,<br />
I've got other things to do. I let her down as gently as possible.<br />
"No honey, I gotta run. But hey, maybe I'll see you at the next race."<br />
I leave her with at least a shred of hope. Besides, who says it won't happen again? If I<br />
need to get off quickly, I can always count on her. And I know she'll be at every race she's<br />
invited to, looking for me and hoping that I pay her one ounce of respect and attention.<br />
She wipes the sticky cum from her lips, and I take my keys and get in the car, giving her<br />
the signal that it’s time for her to leave.<br />
She's not coming with me. I have a gala to attend. I rev my engine and leave her in a trail<br />
of dust to find her own ride home. I mean, fucking come on. Surely, she knows how these things<br />
work.<br />
There’s a gala after every major race. It's going to be a hell of a party, one that only<br />
billionaires know how to throw.<br />
I'm anxious to get there and away from this girl now I've had my fill.<br />
I take my car to the city streets where everything is legal. Back to fucking reality.