The guy who wants to fuck in his expensive car.

Karl drove three cars that I knew of, and he insisted we fuck in all of them. The Benz was my favourite—I came all over the gear shift and he licked it up then we snowballed—but he was awfully showy with the Porsche and the Beamer. Ironically, I never knew how to drive, so my appreciation was strictly aesthetic. His body was a vehicle when he sped.