Natasha Nice - Super Horny Fun Time

Sam slid into the sun-heated truck cab at nine o'clock sharp, already hard from the eighty-mile drive back. Gary was leaning against the driver’s side door, sweat darkening the armpits of his tee, eyes fixed on the bulge Sam didn’t bother to hide. The two swapped barbs that barely masked how bad they wanted it, then Gary reached over, popped Sam’s belt with one hand, worked the zipper open in the other, and let Sam’s cock spring free into the sticky air. He gave a low whistle, spit in his palm, and started stroking—slow enough to feel every vein, fast enough to make Sam’s hips lift off the seat. Outside the windows traffic kept up, red taillights flashing and fading, while Gary pumped him harder and Sam bit back a curse that turned into a strangled laugh when Gary’s thumb dragged over the leaking head. They didn’t miss a beat of the day’s trash talk, only now every slick stroke came timed to Gary’s filthy muttered remarks about how deep he was gonna take it next time. The truck filled with the wet, urgent sound of palm working cock and two friends who’d apparently stopped pretending this wasn’t what they’d driven an hour out of their way to find.