I looked to the left, eying the horny men. They were waving, smiling and looking so fucking childish. One of them had a camera phone, recording me.

He couldn't see anything. My pussy was shielded by the car door. I wanted a soundtrack so I turned on my CD player and pressed "play."

The mixed CD began to play. Amerie's "That's what I'm Talking About" boomed. I loved this song, plus she's a pretty bitch.

I inserted the tip of the nine inch cock inside me, grinding it the rest of the way in. Oooh, yeaaa, damn it.

That's what I was talking about, Amerie! My mouth ajar, my eyes were narrowed, as I prepared to take this plastic dick. Maybe I should talk dirty to it.

Give it to me, you plastic fucker! Fuck me like you never fucked me before! I'm your bitch; I love plastic more than cash right now because your thickness is rocking my ass to sleep. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Baby.

Make Mama cum all over this plastic cock! The heat from my pussy was so intense it was about to melt the dildo like it's a doll. Fuck me, Chucky! This pussy wants to play. I'll be your friend till the end! Hi-dee Ho, bitch!

Ah, yes! Let Mama spread her legs wider.

What?

You want me to put a pump-clad foot on the dash board?

Sure. I did what you said; now get in this pussy like a broke Niggah tearing open a dime bag of weed.

Spread my pink walls apart like weed on some Swisher Sweet paper. Lick this cunt, bitch and roll your flame under my clit.

Oh, yea! I was about to cum! Oh, god! I love you, Your Plastic Majesty!

My pussy is clamping on your rod!

AHHHHH I'M COMINGGGGG GOD THIS FEELS SO GOOD! YES YES YES! HERBAL ESSENSE THIS PUSSY...