Ichiro's eyes met hers as she made her declaration that he had to win.  And if he did?  He could booty call her, huh?  Oh, fuck, now that was a prize!  He squeezed her breast and she wriggled and moaned like a wanton slut.  Which she was right now.  With him.  Damn, had his luck turned around this week!<br/><br/>"Like you've never been before," he answered her and pulled her up onto his lap and then down while he bucked his hips up.  His hard, hungry cock speared past her lips and sank deep into her tight, wet channel with that first, true thrust.  He paused only for half a beat before he drew back and bucked up again, impaling her deeper on his dick.  "Fuck!  So hot and so tight!  Going to stretch you out good, baby, he snarled.<br/><br/>His hips slammed back and forth like a piston, hammering into her over and over and over again.  The windows of his car were fogging up and it was shaking with their motion and he didn't give a damn if everyone noticed and figured out that he was fucking the sexiest race queen Hisashiro had ever seen.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Joy had never felt so horny in her life.  Her skin and her nerves felt like they might burst into flames at any second.  She needed relief.  Who could give it to her?<br/><br/>The blonde blinked at the feminine voice that called out to her.  A pretty Japanese woman, black hair dyed purple at the tips, wearing punk clothes and practically bursting out of the tank top she had on under a leather racing jacket.  Her offer made the American shiver where she stood and she turned sharply to face and then approach the other woman.  "I was thinking sausage more than a clam...but damn if you aren't super hot."  She pointed to the storefront where Miku had made her challenge.  "In there, punk girl.  Then let's see what you've got."