With a mischievous grin, Jennifer eyed the stickshift. It looked so firm, and that rounded knob would feel so good inside her tight pussy. She'd fucked a lot of things before... a dildo, of course (her mom's, although thinking about that now made Jennifer think some pretty dirty thoughts), a cucumber, and, once, at a wild party, a chair leg... this wasn't too different from the last one, in fact, it'd probably feel a lot better. Jennifer wanted something inside her NOW. Undoing her seat buckle, she slipped off her panties, which were, by now, practically dripping. She slid a finger inside herself to start. She was so warm, and so wet she made little squelching sounds.
She stood up, balancing herself a little awkwardly, and knelt down over the stickshift, slowly lowering herself onto it, her lips expectantly wrapping around the tip as she accepted it into her, savoring ever inch of that bulbous knob. She rubbed her clit lightly with a finger, and it felt better than any time she'd ever touched herself before. Bracing her arm on the seats, she started to bounce up and down, grinding on the stickshift, working it deep inside her as she feverishly rubbed her clit. It didn't take long before a wave of immense pleasure washed over her, and she screamed in ecstasy, "OH FUCK, THIS COCK FEELS SO GOOD!"
Oops. That was just a reflex for her - did that count as a lie? Apparently. Jennifer's sex drive kicked up another notch, and she realized that fake cock was no cock at all. She had to get a real shaft inside her, NOW. Her pussy was oozing with anticipation. Licking the stickshift clean, she tossed her wet panties to the side of the road (wouldn't be needing those for what she wanted to do) and started the car up again.