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"Miss, rub your cheek on the back of my neck!"
"....What?"
"RUB YOUR CHEEK ON MY BACK! A popped boner will decrease our air resistance, it'll propel me forward!"
"I.....I don't think that'll wor-"
"MISS PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME!"
She tenses up, "My, my C-Calem...This behavior of yours.... I'm slowly becoming partial to it. . ." she admits it a hushed whisper. She surrenders, and soon you find your dick rising at her cheeky affection.
God, her soft vanilla cheeks feel so nice on your back... Her endless legs that go on for miles, her cancerously meme-infected love juice, and the feet that everyone supposedly raves about as being godly. But you really don't have any personal evidence to back that claim up.
With an enlarged dick, you look over at Grant with a smug expression.
Grant gives you a confused one, "...Dude! What happened to your clothes!?"
"LE THUD IS WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CLOTHES!"Saying LE THUD prompts you to thrust. And it's *that* thrust that propels you into the finish line, seconds before Grant finishes.
