Kpumper 56, always primed for impromptu pleasures, takes a scenic route through the countryside. As he drives, his mind wanders, and so does his hand, tracing the growing bulge in his pants. He pulls over, the engine idling like his racing heart. He unzips, letting the cool air tease his cock. With each stroke, he imagines the passing fields and forests, his fantasy fueling his lust. He explodes, the car filling with his scent, a secret remembered only by the trees.