"You want to tske me to the mall? Fuck yeah, I love going there!
What?!! That's your car? How do you get around in that thing? What do you mean it took you months to pay it off? It's fuckin' pathetic, let's go in my car!
Stop drooling on my car, or ya'll ruin the seats! My luxary Bugatti Veyron car is currently the most expensive as well as fastest car on the market at $1,700,000 and 253.8+ mph. Expensive? Not for a multi-billionare like me, though I'm considering trashing it like my other old cars and using it in my personal gym as a weight for my squat excercises... what's wrong with it? Besides that huge cum stain over there?
Some bitch shot his load when I flexed my arms about a week ago. It pulled him over the edge and made him cum more than he ever came before in his life. I was so fuckin' mad at that faggot for ruining my car that I lifted him up and threw him into the fuckin' sky. He flew out of my sight within seconds, but a news report the next day said a man who looked strangely like my bitch had been found dead in a crater somewhere in Russia. You won't ruin my car, will you? Thought so.
Finnaly we reach the mall! You managed to hold in your cum the entire time and immediatly blow your load on the gravel as soon as you reach ground. Now that that's outta' the way, where should we go?