Originally Posted by GOD of CUNT
If a rich woman from Calgary wakes up in the back seat of a burned out 1996 Nissan Primera covered in urine and I happen to be standing over her with my cock out, does it need to be explained that I just urinated on her? No, I do not think it does. Why she's in the back seat of a 1996 Nissan Primera...well, that's a story and a half right there.
The walk from the front seat to the back seat is always amazing. Sometimes your shirt is half off, sometimes your shoes are off, sometimes you're fully clothed. But no matter what attire is still adorning your body, the fact that you're going back there assures you of at least a blowjob