...and hitting the end of a guard rail with enough strength to send them both backwards into the vehicle. As the car lost its throttle, it found its way on an empty gravel road. Inside, Max found himself right in front of his doggy mate, his plugging his mouth like a bib.
The bumpy path shook the whole car and its passengers with it, making Sam’s head bob up and down the rabbit’s love shaft. But it wasn’t enough and Max wrapped his legs and around the dog’s head humping it relentlessly. The release hit like a crashing dam and his sperm flowed into the pleased mouth. Numerous jets of warm milk shot into Sam who drank it all. As Max felt his lust satisfied for now, the car came to a gentle halt on a tree.
Both mates panted heavily, Max lying on his friend like on a bed and smiling as ever. But the passive rest wouldn’t last long as the freelance police needed to get back to the road and to their destination. It wouldn’t be long before like a child, the small rabbit uttered the vileo words once more:
“Sam, I’m bored! Are we there yet?”
Finally, after what seemed to Max like forever but was only an undetermined amount of time, the blazing skyscrapers appeared in the distance.
“Here we are Max. New York, New York.”
“Hey Sam. If New York is in New York, how come Washington isn’t in Washington?”
“Some mysteries are...