Texas Patti - Super Horny Fun Time

It was July 3rd, 2020, right at 9:00pm on the East Coast, which meant it was only 6:00pm where Nick stood, butt-naked except for his palm full of lube. The problem with hitchhiking naked across the country, besides the obvious sunburn and motor-oil-on-your-dick moments, is finding anybody who’ll even slow down when they see your junk flapping in the twilight. But he’d actually nailed it that night—he’d flashed his cock at this big bull dyke trucker right off the New Orleans exit, and she pulled over without missing a beat, offering a thick slab of bologna and a ride that ended up between her meaty thighs. She'd been screwing him senseless in the sleeper since eight that morning, and when she finally barked a load down his throat around noon, he’d blacked out for a couple of hours. He was still leaking her cream on the seat, but found the energy to fold down her passenger visor mirror and admire the results. Her last quick-yank session back on the shoulder had splattered ropes of her come against the bevelled glass, with the blank white note taped underneath that read her nickname: Blue Balls Betty. He grinned and added his own line with a marker off the dash: “July 3” then dropped the marker into his gym shorts—crusty with old lube now—which were down around one ankle. He still had half a stiffie, and Betty came back in with some fresh rolls from the truck stop, cupped his balls, and flicked her tongue once over the cum-slick head to wash away the evidence.