After the race, I brought the winner a drink into his paddock.

"Need anything else?"

"You." He approached, making me lean against the hood of his Porsche as he unzipped his racing suit, his toned body glistening with sweat. "Celebrate with me?"

Nodding, I lifted my dress, revealing my bare, glistening folds. As he drove himself deep within me, I felt an intoxicating rush. My violent moans attracted the pit crew, who gathered around, increasing my arousal.

"I always share my sluts," he groaned.

My body trembled under his powerful thrusts, eager for everyone to fill me with their cum.