“But you already ‘inspected’ me last night!” Yeojin whines, kicking her legs up cutely.

“I said daily, didn’t I? You can’t expect me to not inspect you when you’re dressed like that.” Yeojin’s is wearing minimal livery, the porcelain smoothness of her skin revealed to maintain minimal weight.

“Now, car off.” You place a hand over her mouth, and Yeojin is docile, arms spread wide across the hood of the car.

You examine your tiny ride, and spot a little “dent” on her thigh.

“What’s this?” You run a finger over it, and Yeojin gasps.

“O-Ow, I don’t know, I think you grabbed me too hard last night.”

“Did I? I guess that’s understandable, a ride with so much mileage is bound to get a few dings and scratches.”

“Are you calling me old?!”

“No, I’m calling you poundable.”

“That’s more like it.” A firm press on her back is enough to get Yeojin to shut up again, and you start stripping her bare, pulling on the zipper of her tiny shorts first.

You leave her panties on for now, examining the little groove between her legs—from experience you know that she’s grippy, and that little groove is why.

Yeojin whines when you leave her half clothed, but you’ll get to enjoy her bare frame shortly.

"Come on, time to inspect the airbags.”

As soon as you pull the tube top off her she’s teasing you, arms pressed together to make sure her airbags are as big and bouncy and “shock-absorbing” as possible.

“Well, what do you think?”

“I think it’ll need a more thorough inspection.” Yeojin coos as you squeeze one tit, then the other, their softness a contrast to how hard you are getting.

“Maybe you’ll need to crash into them to really feel their effects.”

“Oh there’ll be plenty of testing, turn back around.” Yeojin shivers a little as she bends back over the car, and you place her top under her chest to make it a little more bearable.

You pull down her panties, revealing that her “tire” is not only well grooved and grippy, but also a slick one, used to strong forces and high speed racing.

You slip a finger in to check her pressure, and yes, it’s high.

“Hnngh oppa…” As your finger slides out, it’s coated in fluids, some of it dripping to the floor.

“Hmm, my little ride is leaking, I should check that.” You use one, then two dipsticks to check your ride, and confirm that it is leaking, quite profusely at that.

“That’s not good, I’m going to need something to seal up the leak.”

“Or a plug perhaps? A thick and long one might do the trick!” Yeojin chirps up.

“Maybe, I only have one around though, I wonder if it’ll be a tight fit.”

“Only one way to find out.” Not so subtly Yeojin has reached around, pulling on her own cheeks and spreading her hole a little bigger.

A clink of your belt, a drop of your pants, and you’re rubbing your tip against Yeojin’s leaking cylinder.

“I’m not sure it’ll fit—”

“Stop teasing and just fuck me already!” You plunge your crankshaft deep into Yeojin in one stroke. “Oh hnngh…” The purr of her engine only spurs you on, and it’s time to take a test drive on your ride.

The car rocks ungently, and Yeojin might be picking up another bruise or two on the next inspection (you’ll be sure to note them down on her checklist) with how hard you’re gripping her hips—you’re making sure she doesn’t smash into the car and actually hurt herself, but also ensuring that she’s being pistoned into at maximum force each thrust, making her see sparks behind her freerolling eyes.

“So fucking tight!” you growl, testing Yeojin’s suspension, making her ass jiggle as she bounces off your hips each time. “Come on, up you go.” She whimpers as her feet leave the ground—with the car hood as support you wrap an arm under and around Yeojin’s tiny waist and lift her hips, giving you a more direct angle to fuck straight at her womb.

“Oppa no, oh fuck! Hnngh I’m—” Anyone looking from behind could easily tell what’s going on as Yeojin’s legs suddenly go taut, toes pointed straight down as there’s a sudden stream of fluids leaking from between her legs. Said legs then relax, beginning to dangle and splay as you continue to pound her.

Yeojin’s boneless against the hood, rocking in rhythm with the car as the test drive continues. She barely registers the gear change, her leg being raised to the side and rested against the hood, opening her up for a deeper inspection. She definitely feels it soon after, the seal to her womb being tested by your constant knocking.

“Fuck Yeojin!” Finding your ride to be satisfactory, you groan and seal Yeojin up tight with cum, flooding her core. Yeojin combusts with you, redlining and ensuring the compression ratio stays as high as possible for maximum pleasure.

You pull out, and it is time for your second favorite test to run on Yeojin, the emissions test. You rub Yeojin’s eject button and plug her exhaust pipe, keeping her feet off the ground and making sure she can’t squirm away. There’s no more rev and pep in Yeojin, and at a certain point she simply pops.

“Ahh oppa!” A jet of squirt and cum spray out of her, and Yeojin’s a moaning mess as she gushes and releases all the slick you’ve teased out of her alongside all the cum you’ve pumped into her. Streams of fluids leak down her legs uncontrollably, dripping off her toes as she continues to dangle on the hood of the car.

You make a mental note in your head:

Inspection complete, schedule another one for tomorrow.