Me or his car? I won!
“My guy spends hours cleaning and polishing his car and playing with the engine: hours he should be spending with me,” said Nella. “So, when I finally gave in to his pestering me about posing for NN, I said I’d only do it if I could pose with the car. He loved that, but he nearly died when I climbed up on it. He hadn’t thought about that. I kept teasing; asking if he was worried that my pussy juice would ruin the paint. I wanted him to do me on the hood afterwards but he wouldn’t. He carried me inside.”
