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Speedy Overtime

By Laz Briar

Ah shit, the fuzz!

Lobo was a guy who liked his speed, and sometimes the 119 afforded him some time to do just that: bolt down the road. Great way to blow off steam after a long workday. Ah, who was he kidding? He just loved the rush of pure energy afforded to him by hitting the gas. Slow at first, building momentum, and then when the moment was _right,_taking off at full force! It was easy to do, too. These northside mountain roads were pretty sparse, even on the weekends. You could get lost out here with all the forests guarding the countryside.

Well, except when she was on duty. There was just no escaping the Dawn, huh? Like a sunrise, she was on him. Must've caught Lobo right after that Hollywood stop. But like a predator to prey, she let him dangle a bit more, let him speed along before finally flashing her lights. Lobo bogged, the flash of blue and rid seeping in through his back window. He slapped the wheel and swore. Awh dammit! Really? Last thing he needed was a demerit, a ticket, or a write up. Or any combination of the three!

Fun was over then. With a defeated sigh, he yanked to the right and let his vehicle come to a rumbling stop. His tail drooped even underneath the seat. He was gonna' get chewed out for sure. He knew Ms. Lynn for a few years - she could be pretty tough. Her road, her justice. Now he was at her mercy, as usual. When the car came to a stop, he switched it off, watching the cherry top stop behind him. He gulped, watching the silhouette exit the vehicle. There she was: Dawn Lynn, a mare sporting aviator glasses and an amused expression. God! He could already tell she was loving this.

She took her time sauntering up to the side of his vehicle. The sun caught her reddish locks and coat of fiery orange, a slice of white accenting her muzzle. She was a mare all over, a few years senior to Lobo, and she certainly liked it that way. As she sauntered closer, Lobo gulped. There was something else too.

Dawn held her uniform well, and it held her well too. To put it bluntly, Dawn was a curvy thing. She had the hips that could make a man lose himself, do all sorts of crazy things. But it was her chest that really made a difference. To say her tits were big was like saying sugar was mildly sweet. She was thick of front, with heavy, bra-breaking bosoms about the size of your head. Actually, no, that was a lie. About twice or so, by Lobo's take. One of those frothy slopes could probably squish his chest. How she got on the force with all that mystified him. Then again, maybe that was why.

It was difficult enough keeping his cool in a situation like this. But with Dawn? Awh dammit! He rubbed his eyes, breathing, trying to focus. Just don't stare, it'll be cool. Nope. Not staring. Noooot even gonna' bother looking. Don't need to! He rolled down his window, preparing.

Dawn swung into view and Lobo stared.

She flicked off her glasses and offered him a smirk. "Well, lookie here. Caught me a fine one today, huh?"

Lobo blinked, clearing his throat. "Aren't you supposed to say 'license and registration,' Dawn?"

"Aren't you supposed to call me officer?"

Lobo flushed. It was visible, even behind his fur coat of black and blue. "Er, sorry ma'am."

"I said officer, not ma'am," she tossed, making a face. "Do I look old to you?"

Was that a trick question? She was, technically, older than Lobo. "Um."

A chortle. "Only giving you a hard time, kiddo. You know why I pulled you over?"

Lobo rubbed his head, flashing a grin. "My. . . devilish charm and amazing good looks?"

She leaned and flicked his muzzle. "Speeding, twerp."

Oh why did she have to lean!? This wasn't fair! Even though her uniform was sown with her uh, "specifications," this didn't mean her bosom liked to stay put. The split of cleavage popped into view, squeezing against his window, teasing him with how. . . shapely she was. This wasn't the kind of thing a young man wanted to see under a 'tense' situation like this. Cause you know, he was getting tense in a different sort of way.

"Aha, right," Lobo said, fishing for his wallet and license. "That."

"Yeah, that," said Dawn, smirking.

Lobo winced. "You're not really gonna' write me up for this one, are ya' Dawny?"

"Don't 'Dawn-y' with me, Lubs._I've caught you doing this a few times already. First time I let it slide. Second time I _really let it slide, only because I was about to go off shift. Now? Playing with fire. Now you're burned."

Lobo's ears flattened. Aw fuck. Last thing he wanted to hear - but curl of the burl.

"There wasn't even anyone out here!" he protested. "C'mon, it was just a weekend ride!"

See, with any other brass shield, Lobo would've dropped it. Shit like this just made it worse and some cops loved it when you tried to squirm. Made that ticket much worse. But Dawn? He could skirt around danger, at least a little. Maybe this time, though, he pushed too hard.

"So you admit it?" Dawn leaned further, soft lips curled into a sneer. Agh, she smelled nice too, she was so close.

Lobo gawked. "Uh! N-no! I mean. Fuck. Yeah. All right. Just gimme' the ticket I guess."

Dawn snickered - precisely what she wanted to hear. She liked to give him the business, especially when he had to admit to wrongdoing.

"I could," she said, tone shifting. "Could hit you for those last two, even. Don't need a dash cam, they'll take my word for it at the cages."

Lobo blinked. "You wouldn't!"

"Unless. . ."

Unless? Unless what!? Aw shit, she wasn't trying to nab him for a bribe, was she? Lobo wasn't exactly cash-city right now, and he didn't need to feel the squeeze by some big-titted brass.

"Cut me some slack!" Lobo pleaded. "Look, I'll pay the one ticket, I promise. And I won't speed anymore, you know? C'mon Dawn! I won't survive a day at the DMV! I won't!"

Ugh, noting killed someone's buzz faster than the dreary march of renewed photos and cramped buildings with no air condition. Lobo would die in there!

Dawn raised a hand. "Easy, kiddo. Glad to see you're so law abiding all of a sudden. But I had a _different_sort of payment in mind."

Lobo blinked. What did _that_mean? Was she. . . trying to pan him for drugs? He didn't have those!

"I don't understand," the wolf admitted. Dawn cackled.

"You can be pretty dense when things are starin' you right in the face, Lubs," chided Dawn, smirk evolving into a sneer. At this, Lobo felt a pang of heat roll through him. W-whoa, uh, he was pretty sure the only thing 'right in his face' was her chest. What was she getting at?

"Sheesh, I guess I have to spell it out? I'm stressed. Long shift. Pauler and Jackson took off today so I was running their patrols, overtime. And the streets are pretty sparse today, except for you."

She grabbed him by the cuff of his collar, yanking him close. Lobo was an inch from her heaving cleavage, just about buried in her hills!

"Easy deal. Help me blow off some steam or it's a ticket. Your choice."

Lobo blinked. Her suggestion hit him like a brick mattress. Was she fucking around!? No way! Lobo had known her for a few years but things didn't get this heated. Maybe once or twice she made a pass but he was always so busy with work to really put stock in it. Was he high? Dreaming? Drunk? A raw, wanting heat surged in his loins, like flash-fire in his veins. He gulped, licking chops. All at once, possibility slapped him like, well, a pair of huge breasts!

Only the most prudent, bread-and-water fool would turn down an opportunity like this. Seriously, no ticket and "helping" the mare? Oh boy!

Wait, wait, wait. Lobo was getting ahead of himself. She could've meant anything, like washing her car.

"What kind of steam are we talkin?" he asked, hopeful.

Dawn groan. She was tired of the games. Reaching through his door, with alarming strength, Dawn unbuckled the young wolf and yanked him clean through the window. She was, after all, a mare. Easy to forget that behind so much woman.

"Wuh!"

Lobo gasped as she marched him over to her squad car, pulled by the arm. At once, she swung the door open and shoved him in the back. Oh fuck. At first he wagered he was under arrest, panic taking him. But, soon, new realization replaced the spring of fear as he watched the officer start to unfasten the buttons to her uniform. Gawking, Lob's breath caught. Yep, he wasn't crazy, the red mare was popping open her shirt, and the fabric was quite eager to give.

Each freed button forced her titanic slopes to shove into view, cleavage ever more visible. Then, off came the top, her supple axis clasped by a lace brassiere. It shivered at the weight - a miracle the silky fabric hadn't ripped apart yet! Lobo, of course, was all too eager to watch, his groins aching with newfound waves of hot lust. He was amazed, dizzy from the proximity. Damn! If this is what happened he'd speed a lot more!

With a throaty chuckle, Dawn glanced down the road. Nobody was coming. Well, not yet. But as for drivers the highway was quite barren - though it probably didn't matter to the mare anyway. After observing the all clear, Dawn unclipped her top, and finally the fat front smacked into view. The plump breasts were even bigger than Lobo remembered. Pushed together she could probably suffocate him with those things!

"W-whoa," he uttered.

Dawn shot him an amused glance. "Whoa? Really. You were a fast talker a moment ago. Just whoa?"

Hey, you try talking straight when you see a lady like this in front of you!

Didn't matter. The mare dispensed with the small talk and shoved her way into the backseat, crawling over the helpless wolf. Her hand went to his chest, pushing him into the cushioning, patrolling to his waist before sneaking over his crotch. Lobo groaned, both in disbelief and the spring of pleasure tickling him. Dawn squeezing, massaging the dimensions of his engorging member, filling it with seething heat. At once, he hardened to life, a pillar of solid rock-hard flesh struggling against the tense hold of fabric. Gah! He was so hard it hurt!

"Hmm, maybe you oughta' join the force," said Dawn, skilled digits coming to unravel his jeans. Once freed, Lobo's cock sprang out, wobbling against the afternoon air like a defiant monolith of solid, azure flesh.

"Nice nightstick," the mare commented, snickering. Of course she had to get that pun out there.

Her finger went to the tip, nuzzling it, wobbling it with playful nudges. Again, Lobo gasped - quite a thing when someone like her was fooling around with you.

"Y-yeah? Y-you make a convincing argument," Lobo huffed, feeling the weight of her bosom spill onto his thighs. Oh god, she was so heavy. Forget strength training with dumbbells, you could very well bench press_her_ instead!

"Do I?" she challenged, pressing forward to plant a soft, wet kiss against his tip. At once, Lobo groaned. Not just from the sensation, but from the proximity, the sheer knowledge someone like her was touching his flank with her supple lips. She felt her wrap maw around his first inch, chuckling as she did, applying a strong suckle, drawing him into her oral chamber. Heat consumed his loins, while her playful tongue rolled around in delicate, skilled sweeps, causing his sapphire tip to glisten.

Her eyes locked to his, fluttering with a come-hither gaze. Well, she was certainly hither, and he wasn't going anywhere. Lobo tensed, clutching the car seat and hissing through teeth, watching the mare assault his crown with yet more kisses. Oh she was just warming up now, teasing, getting him ready for the main ride. Her pink rug travelled against his inches, slipping down to base before taking long, slow strokes, practically tugging him with her touch.

"Mmf, you taste pretty nice," she commented, lips smooching along his sides and underflesh, one free hand coming to rest on his leg.

Lobo chuckled again, presex dribbling from his tip. The mare happily took it, a boon for her efforts, palm coming to rest under his testes and caress them, squeeze the stones (carefully) with methodic strokes.

"Agh, d-damn Dawn, if I knew you'd do this. . ." intoned Lobo, throwing his head back. It was hard not to wiggle against her touches, and were he in a better position, he might've outrighted humped her face. This would do for now.

"Know what?" chided Dawn with a loud 'smack,' a tiny bridge of saliva and precum trailing from her lips to tip.

"That if you sped, I'd start working your cock over?"

Lobo chuckled. "Hah, yeah, that."

The mare's lips trailed to his base again, then to his hefty stones, mouthing and suckling them. Her tongue caressed the weighty balls, hot against her mouth, and she moaned as she lapped at them, sending tickling waves of electric pleasure running through Lobo's frame. She engulfed each orb into her soft mouth, nipping them playfully, polishing them until they glistened like rocks in spring rain.

"Nnng, fuck yes," he muttered. Hard to believe it was an officer submitting to his nuts, let alone Dawn! She must've been really stressed to want to work him over like this.

"Hmhmhmf," Dawn chittered back. Of course, now her maw was filled to the brim with his pole. She threw her maw on it, the pike bulging her cheeks as she dropped her head on it, letting it sink back into her throat - slowly.

"Ghffk. . ."

Lobo gasped again, hanging on for dear life. Oh fuck her throat was tighter than he expected! And so unbelievably hot. That was the thing so easy to forget about - temperature. Right now she was like wet, searing silk, saliva streaking down Lobo's cock as she worked, nose huffing. For a moment, she engulfed him completely, humming and moaning as she did, eyes watching Lobo with an amused expression. Then, with one slurping, slick motion, she drew back, a trail of sticky nectar coming with her as she popped the wolf loose, touching her tongue with finger.

"A shame we don't fool around more," she commented, stroking his slippery length in her palm.

Lobo coughed. "Yeah, r-real shame!"

He looked at his blue mast, which was now a total mess of slobber and precum, dripping a little puddle of himself on the seat. He was panting, cheeks flushed, eager for more. Lucky for him, Dawn was too, and only getting started.

She shoved forward, allowing those mountainous tits to heave into view. But this time, they weren't just for teasing - the immense sacs came around his inches and choked the hard pike, enveloping them in a grasp of bosom. Lobo shuddered, both in disbelief and the sensation. Her chest was like a pair of taut pillows, firm, yet supple. She cackled, palms squeezing the white chest, throttling his rod in her cleavage. Gah! Huge! You could bust down a door with them! Lobo gawked, wiggling and humping into the split, tongue hanging out as he panted from sheered, pleasured delight.

She teased him even more, gripping his shaft and tracing the crown against her breasts, dragging the end across nips, smacking the fat front with his rigid inches, forcing wobbles to erupt through the heavy hills.

"Agh, shit Dawn!" Lobo uttered. She was driving him crazy and she was still messing with him! He couldn't take it, he wouldn't last at this rate.

"What?" she shot back. "Sounds you want to squeeze em'."

He panted, nodding. Subtlety was out the window at this point (literally), and after all this there was no way he would turn down an opportunity to have a go at her huge slopes! His hands shot out, grabbing the huge tits, massaging and groping them with palm, sliding over them with greedy enthuse. Her short coat was so soft to the touch, smooth, and her bosom creased from his grapples, so perfectly malleable and bouncy.

Dawn grumbled with pleasure, approving. "There you go, Lubs. Betcha' thought about doing this for a looong time huh?"

Ggh! He pinched and toyed with her nips, inciting a knicker from her, the mare shaking her chest against him again.

"Hell yeah," he groaned. Of course! She'd been such an indirect tease! What with the uniform always hiding her huge front all greedy-like. Lobo would be lying if the thought hadn't run through his mind of running up to her and just tearing it off!

"Good."

Once again, her lips went to his tip, tongue rolling around the bellend, arresting his grasp. Now, she took her heaving breasts and shook them along the blue inches in slow rises and dives. The tip vanished and reappeared with each slow stroke while his prick was assaulted with the sweet, silky touch of her sumptuous, thick front. Now Lobo moaned. He wiggled again, pushing his briefs and pants further down, allowing his thighs to spread for the voracious mare while she worked him over like a perp.

Lobo gasped like his life depended on it, and maybe it did! He watched as the fat, wobbling fat came crashing down upon him, tremendous slopes stroking him with practiced, slow motions. At first they were tedious dives and rises, choking the veiny prick in her tits. Saliva and sticky pre forced her bosom to glisten, messy juices dripping from her front, messing the seat.

"H-holy shit Dawn!" groaned Lobo, body overwhelmed with heat and want. This was driving him crazy, how was he going to last!?

"Now, now," said the mare, popping Lobo free once more, snickering as she wiggled her front in quick sashays.

"Don't pop before things get good, Lubs.'

He clenched his teeth. "Hey, cut me some slack!" How else would he survive this?

Dawn challenged with another hefty squeeze to his pike, silencing the wolf, chuckling.

"Slack? Is that what you really want right now?"

Lobo grumbled - in the best possible way - bouncing his hips in upward thrusts, desperate to grind into the mare's ample front. In truth, no, no it was not. Watching his cock toss and throw between her immense tits was a sight to behold, each clap of waist forcing wobbles and wiggles through the weighty chest. If this is what it meant to be worked over, heck, he'd take the cuffs! What other crazy deeds did Dawn get up to?

Dawn cackled at Lobo's groans. "Diiiidn't think so."

Here, her momentum hastened. Before, Dawn was keen to tease Lobo with an assault of slow grinds and bounces, but now? She squished her palms into the immense, mountainous tits, nips swerving in and out of view as she threw her chest on Lobo's flank with relentless gusto. Lobo panted, moaning aloud, the slickness of his cock betwixt her huge bosom enough to make each motion a seamless, perfect caress.

Lobo was beside himself, he couldn't last! It didn't help that Dawn's sweet, suckling lips wrapped around his tip gain, forcing a pillar of wet pleasure driving through his rod. He groaned, feeling hot, searing warmth spike through his inches, finally wobbling to life.

"Oh fuckkkkk!"

His testes roiled and a surge of white hot issue sprang forth, sticky essence bursting like a cannon from his tip. Dawn nickered in surprise, eyes fluttering, but shoved her maw upon it all the same, throating the pike as it throbbed and flexed in waves of gooey issue.

"Mmmmmnf. . ."

A rumbling mumble escaped her, vibrating the blue flank, accepting every bit of Lobo's "offering" as the wolf helplessly bucked and squirmed into her tight, supple mouth.

A warm, tipsy afterglow settled over him, a dizzy kind of pleasure as the mare slowly released his cock, a gooey trail of him dribbling from her supple lips. He twitched, panting, tongue hanging free. The windows on the car fogged over with the steam of their sexual congress, and Lobo felt sated. For a moment.

"Wow, not bad at all kiddo. Could use something like this on the force, eh?"

Lobo huffed, chuckling. "G-guess I am packing some heat. . ."

Encouraging to hear someone like Dawn saying that! Lobo's ego was thoroughly inflated. But, much to his alarm (and delight), the cop wasn't close to being done. She moved again, but this time pushed further into the car, mounting his bare lap. Her hands pressed on his chest and she offered a lustful sneer, massing his sloppy member in palm.

"Impressive," she complimented. "Still loaded with a full mag, huh?"

Looked like it. Hey, Lobo didn't fancy himself some huge guy, but he was damn glad he was still solid as steel. For a gal like Dawn, one wanted to make a good impression. He nodded, more than enthusiastic to see what the officer had in store for him.

He didn't have to wait long as Dawn's fingers came to her hips, unfastening belt and tugging down her uniform pants. Holy shit! Lobo gawked, admiring her ginger thighs as they sprang free, curvy hips enticing his gaze with promises of new pleasure. Oh hell yes - unless she was fucking around with him, he was about to get balls deep in hot mare pussy. Or so he hoped. She wasn't teasing him, right?

"Weapon like that needs a holster," she continued, stripping down only to shoes, throwing her clothes over one of the seats. Hopefully no one was passing by, otherwise they'd get an eyeful of fat, bare mare ass.

Looks like for now though only Lobo was privy to see Dawn in all her glory. And such glory it was! Her nude frame crawled over him, big breasts heaving into his view, smothering it, blinding him with tits. Pah, who needed to see anyway? Lobo mumbled, muffled by the embrace of those supple sacs, nips brushing across his mouth as he licked at the pink tents. Again, Dawn chuckled with approval, wiggling her chest upon his cheeks.

Once more, Lobo's blue flank twitched to life, the previous afterglow fading. He was durable enough he could go another round, maybe more! Though, Dawn's endurance was something to behold, no doubt, and it would be a true test to see if he could keep pace. In the meantime, the mare positioned herself more favorably, allowing the inches to slide between the split of her weighty buttocks. The supple, full, firm rear eclipsed his cock while Dawn tossed her hips from side to side in quick throws, as if leading mast. Lobo groaned, grabbing the mare's front, panting as he felt the tease of her warmth and holes, so close yet so far.

She pushed back, her snatch suckling the edge of his blue pike, sodden wetness so delectably hot. She was ready and he had been ready. Damn, he just needed to feel her, feel her from the inside. Girl was driving him mad!

"Getting worked up, are we?" she teased, raising her hips. Lobo nodded, playing with her plump front.

"C-come on!" he pleaded. "Just let me!"

His thoughts were on fire, drowning with a flurry of sordid, imaginative ideas, of having the mare over a table and rutting, humping, fucking. Thank goodness the genuine article was right here or he'd lose his mind!

Dawn pat his cheek. "Eager as ever."

Eager!? That didn't even begin to describe him!

"Good. We need more of that these days. . ."

Finally, the taut haunches sank upon the engorged member, lips spread, hot and sodden, wrapping perfectly about each inch with suckling pressure. Lobo uttered a pleased groan, clenching teeth as he hilted himself in her awaiting pussy. Hard to find the words, hard to even think. He was plunged inside, balls deep, her powerful thighs creating a stern grip as she held him in, the veiny length twitching and throbbing within her velvet chamber.

"Ggguhhh. . ." Lobo moaned, his entire frame burning like napalm. The perfect burn, the best kind of heat. His sloppy cock was ready once more, juices and sex flowing from their coupling.

In response, Dawn panted, head tossed back, chuckling as she sated her needs. "Like a goddamn battering ram!" she yelped, starting to throw her wide hips against the youthful prick.

Oh Lobo was helpless now, defenseless against so much mare. In steady, practiced bounces she wobbled her hips, raising her full rump and letting it crash with loud, fleshy echoes. Each impact created lewd, wet slaps which reverberated around the car, coupled with the steady, hot moans of the two. That was to say nothing her jiggling bosom - every collapse of hips forced a crude, hefty bounce from the hefty orbs, burying Lobo while the mare squished him with her chesty embrace. He took the opportunity to nibble and lap at her hot pink tents, outright biting one he was so excited!

"Gnn, easy Lubs," chided Dawn as she pushed herself up, looking down at him. "Can't let you get too rough on the girls eh?"

Rough? Give him an hour and he'd show them rough! But thoughts for another time, right now Dawn was looking mighty eager and Lobo was happy to oblige - at least by acting as her personal plaything. He grabbed her hips with one hand, other palm sliding to her bust, massaging one thick hill in digits. It, of course, consumed his fingers since she was so big, not that the wolf was complaining.

Now, Dawn shifted into riding her steed. Her rhythmic motions hastened, speeding as she bounced herself in quick vertical rises. Again, each press and fall forced energetic jiggles through her fat, full rump and shapely tits, enough to drive anybody crazy. Certainly worked on Lobo! Her wet, slick nethers grasped the inches with precise pressure, a slick grip pulling and yanking along the pike, forcing radiating waves of pleasure through the blue flesh. Dawn panted, her head thrown back, fondling free breast as Lobo's motions sent tickling heat through her chest and loins, an eruption of orchestral moans engulfing the car.

Ah fuck, Lobo couldn't resist! He did his best to buck in upward motions, make the ride a little more bumpy! It was difficult, seeing as how Dawn had strength and size over him - to put it mildly. But he was a horny wolf and be damned if he wasn't going to grind himself in her soaked, searing tunnel.

It sounded like Dawn had the same idea. Sounded because her wild cries were escalating, rising, like a hungry beast! "Oh ffuuck kid, yes, yes!"

The eager words only excited Lobo, drilled his head with sticky, sloppy lust. It spurred Dawn on too, and her bounces evolved to ravenous, weighty slams. Now she thrashed and hammered her hips upon the firm cock, the massive, fat ass shaking like a violent river, forcing the seats to squeak in protest. Damn, any harder and she might snap the car in two! And the vehicle? It was wobbling, squealing, throbbing with every toss of Dawn's motions. Each descent of her thighs shook the vehicle to the side, a mechanical whine filling the air with every collision. Holy shit, was she gonna' break her car!?

Dawn was getting close, and Lobo closer. Every pounding fall of her sumptuous body only urged the wolf towards another orgasm, pushed his cock to a new boiling point. The intensity consumed him, swallowing his flank in wet, tight heat, balls aching and ready to burst again!

"Yes!" Dawn nickered. "Fuckin' pup fucks like a man!"

Pup!? He wasn't a kid! But maybe by her standards he was some young thing. Gghg. Her words set him in a trance, her moans and hot breaths a decadent music. He had to work to it, fuck to it, palms clenching both her thighs now. He thrust up with the little space he had, desperate to spill himself in her waiting cunny. Agh! He wanted to fill her, spike her full of his seed, drown that mare pussy in him!

"Oh shhhit, nnng!" Well, he didn't have to wait any longer. Lobo was beyond his limit now, and a renewed surge of hot seed exploding from his tip. Thick ropes of issue shot forth and drenched Dawn's inner walls, a deluge of seed coating her, flooding her womb. The wolf panted, tongue hanging free as he thrust himself as deep as physically possible, body tensing as he bristled and throbbed within the mare.

"FUCK!"

Dawn bounced through every spike of seed, an assault of intense sensations overwhelming Lobo. He winced, moaning, the pleasure so immense it hurt! But he felt her peak too, a gush of her orgasm pouring over his cock as she panted through it, clenching her thighs so that every bit of masculine issue was drained out of him.

Slowly, slowly, the two collapsed, panting, car interior painted with steam. Lobo's vision clouded, his mind dizzy, bathing in his second orgasm, entirely limp. He felt their nectar spill to the floor - god help the person who had to clean that up! Once again Dawn's fat bust swam over him, suffocating his cheeks with her enormous tits. Too bad they weren't reverse, the slopes were probably amazing pillows.

"Good workout," muttered Dawn, kissing his cheek. "Might have to catch you speeding more often."

Lobo laughed, giving a weak grin. "M-maybe I'll speed next weekend?"

Dawn snickered, sneering. "It's a ticket."

Pop.

She blinked. The loud hiss of a deflating tired cut through the air. What? No way. Dawn pulled out from the door, snagging her attire and buttoning back on, swearing as she sought out the sound.

"Fuckin' kidding me?"

The two had romped so hard the tire to her vehicle popped! Air seethed from the deflating rubber, while Dawn muttered a series of amused curses.

"Looks like you've got a new job, kiddo," she said with a gesture to the tire. Lobo, still dizzy, forced himself up.

"H-huh?"

"I blow your rocks, you fix my blown tire."

Aw goddammit.