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"Oh, come on, Roy, please", she groaned, in disbelief, "I can’t possibly...... I can’t shove that thing here, you know? Please....." "You’re probably right, honey, you can’t now. It’s better you give that knob a good licking, so it gets lubed enough for your pussy. Come on, slut, bend over!" he yelled, and Claudia, as always, was forced to obey.
The door could be swung open almost to 90°; the blonde beauty had to kneel on the driver’s seat and bend so that her tits swung on the seat, her nipples touching the dirty blue velvet of its covering, then, supporting the weight of her upper body, uncomfortably, on her hands, on the floor of the car. Then her face was just over the gear lever’s humonguous knob; it clearly was a gaudy aftermarket item, a bright green plastic cylinder with a massive round knob at the top; paint had faded to white cheap plastic where the right hand of the drivers of that wreck had rested to shift, and it looked positively obscene, dirty, unnatural.