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Car S*x-(Clay Matthews)-*Explicit*

You walked up to the new vintage car. It was, smooth, shiny, sleek. A luscious shade of vermilion coated it, each tire 12:01 AM black.  "How about we take her for a spin?" Clay asked, patting the car. "It's almost eight o'clock, Clay. And my parents are going to bring, (Y/D/N), home soon. What are they going to say when they come here to find the house empty?" you questioned, resting your hand on your hip. "Come on, babe, just around the block?" he begged. You sighed. "Fine, but just around the block" you reminded. You both got in his new car. The leather seats molded to your body. He put the key in the ignition, turning the car on. The white lights on the dash lit up, the engine purred. "Listen to that" he breathed in awe. You crossed your arms as he practically lusted over his car.

'Men and their cars.' 

Clay pulled out of the driveway, cruising onto down the long, newly paved boulevard. The topless car allowed your hair to blow freely in the wind, and although it wasn't much, the setting sun was still providing warmth to your face. You seemed weightless, due to the cars perfect tires complimented by the smooth boulevard. "Enjoying the ride?" Clay's eyes darkened, with lust. "Yeah, Clay, this is a pretty nice car." "We still have to break in the back seat though." Your hand went towards his crotch, creeping up his thigh.

"Babe, stop I'm driving" he mumbled, enjoying your touch.  Your hand crept beneath his jeans, stroking his member. You squeezed it slightly, earning a groan from him. Clay pulled the car into a dark parking lot of an a closed mini mart. Trees stood around the perimeter, giving you two some privacy; however it still didn't feel right. "Clay we have to get home." "I can't wait any longer, (Y/N)" he importuned, "when we get home (Y/D/N) is going to cry all night, and we won't have anytime to ourselves." He was right, but having sex in public? Clay pressed a button, causing the roof to retract. He then, put the windows up too.

"Come on" he beckoned, getting out the car. You both climbed out of the car, and got into the back seat. Clay took off your dress, pulling your bra off. Your breasts popped out like they didn't have any manners. He lowered his head down to your chest, his hair sweeping against your stomach. You underwear grew wetter. Clay twisted your delicate nipples in his fingers. You reached down to his unbuttoned pants, stroking his large member in your hand, and giving it gentle pumps. Your phone vibrated. You looked down, your phone, somehow, ended up on the floor.  Your mom's name flashed brightly on the screen as she called you. "Leave it" Clay mumbled, propelling his hips against your hands. "So she can think something is wrong?" Clay slid your underwear off, rubbing a single finger against your wet slit. You shuddered.

"Mom?" you answered. "Sweetie where are you? We've been waiting outside for 10 minutes!" she rambled. "Clay and I just went out for some-milk!" you squealed, as Clay started ramming himself in and out of you. "(Y/N), is something wrong?" You could barely speak. "W-we'll be home in a few, bye mom." You hung up. The phone fell out of your hand as Clay kept plunged deep into your dripping entrance. Clay pulled out, and made you get on your knees. Condensation forming on the windows from all the 'huffing' and 'pufffing'. "Clay, make me cum please..." you drawled. His hands pulled your hips back towards his member. He grabbed your shoulders, moving you back harder onto his steel-hard dick. Your eyes rolled back from the sensation. "Oh...(Y/N).." he groaned, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear. His dick began throbbed inside of you as he coated your insides with his gooey cream. You fell back onto the patent lather seat. Clay continued to thrust inside you slowly, a wet, squelching noise coming from entrance as your juices mixed together.

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