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When a wavering line appeared on the horizon, he squinted Sweat rolled down the center of his back and dampened the waistband of his jeans Damn bus probably wouldn’t be air-conditioned, just a fan up front for the driver

It wasn’t a bus It was a car A red Mercedes convertible, the top down, the driver flying along at what looked to be a smooth ninety The exhaust turned the air around the car into athe eyes so reality vied with illusion Then the car drew closer, became more defined As did the driver

A wolasses, red lips and dark hair whipping and tangling around her face He could alnant heat The idea of seeing a real woodforsaken highway, curled its way around his cock and stroked it like the touch of her fingers With long, wicked nails thatinto tender flesh just a little

Taking a drag on his cigarette, he savored the vision and waited

A hundred yards away, she hit the brakes Hard Turned the wheel directly for him

The car screamed its fury as a ripple of flame shot out beneath the back tire treads, an impressive pyrotechnic display

Before he could get a curse out, the car had co hot air and dust across his groin and thighs

Lifting the cigarette deliberately back to his lips, he took another drag Held it there a ers Son of a bitch, he hadn’t expected that

He still cared about being alive

“You trolling for prison dick, Princess?”

One slile to stand up on the cushioned seat of the Mercedes and prop her hips against the headrest

His cock was going to get hard at any hint of pussy, neverin front of hiuards were falling out of the tower, if he gave a rat’s ass Or if he didn’t prefer the territory his eyes were covering right now just fine

Despite the heat that was ear, this bitch earing a black corset, laced so tight his hands would have spanned her waist easily What was spilling out of the top was much harder to contain Jayne Mansfield tits, the kind that could suffocate a man and h-high boots covering the his attention on her crotch, the lips of her cunt distinct and separate under the provocative creases

When he raised his gaze to her face, he found those lips were indeed red, full and wet Ready to suck a man’s cock and leave him marked with her makeup like traces of blood Her eyes were ri the Goth look of her attire A triple-looped chain of silver sunbursts and crescentattention to the way they cocked against the headrest She wore gloves up to her elbows The only flesh visible below her face was her upper arms, the rounded curves of her shoulders, the line of her throat and slie

“The only dick I’ for is yours, Nathan