Roadrrip truck stop.

Not long ago, my new boyfriend and I were on a roadtrip.Now you have to understand that I have a deeply rooted fantasy involving road trips that makes me simply gush, and we hadn't been driving for more than 30 minutes and already my seat was soaking wet and the car reeked of pussy. We had only known one another intimately for a few weeks, so I wasn't sure how he would react, but I couldn't help myself. "There's a truck stop at the next exit," I said.
"We don't need to fill up yet," he replied. I leaned over and pressed my lips to his ear, my right hand sliding between his legs and whispered, "Oh yes, we do."

I slid back in my seat as we pulled into the truckstop, lifting my legs, planting my heels on the dashboard. I hiked my skirt up and let my knees fall outward, my naked slit exposed to any eyes looking down on me from the cab of a truck. My boyfriend reached between my legs with his free hand and started finger fucking me while he searched for a parking spot with some privacy. He was a little shocked when I told him to park in front of the building. "What if the cops catch us," he said. "The cops won't bother us in the men's room."

He pulled slowly pulled his fingers out of me then pressed the tips against my hole. I tried to push onto them, but he pulled them back, keeping the tips pressed against me. "Please," I whispeed, writhing I my seat. He pushed harder without penetrating. I bucked my hips and screamed, my cheeks scarlet red, a river of desire drenching the seat beneath my aching pussy hole. Each second he held his fingers to me felt longer than the last until I was nearly in tears. All at once the world exploded as he thrust his long, thick fingers deep inside me. I grabbed the handrails above me, threw my head back, and fucked his fingers with a wildness I had never known.

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