The inside of the bakery truck had been turned into a very small room, complete with a mattress on the floor. The sheet on the mattress had seen bette... days. The walls were covered with cheap, industrial carpeting. There was also an assortment of well-worn throw pillows, and in the corner a tool box was bolted to the wall."You want me to play romantic, like a date, honey?"I shook my head."Well, what do you want?" She stood in front of me, hands on those tight hips, waiting. Without her. My hand act as they had a mind of their own and begin to move down my body until they reach their desired place. I gently stroke my outer lips at first, I love the way that feels, like being petted and admired which I learned from my lover. It only feel better when someone you care about touches and caresses you, and my mind begins to wonder.I begin to imagine it is my lover touching and caressing me. Stroking my lips and gently exploring and petting them, working slowly deeper yet avoiding. He had been flying nonstop for a week, but this was definitely worth it. Walking away from the plane, he was approached by Nelson, chewing on a cigarette as always. He had been standing by a black helicopter, already manned by a pilot.“Welcome to Antarctica, you’ll get sick of it soon enough.”“Endless daylight with continuous weather in the high fifties? I may buy a winter home out here.”“Well then I hope you like wet socks. Come on, there is something you need to see and hear.” Readjusting his. As he exploded in her, she had another orgasm and moaned almost as loud as he did. His cum filled her up and started to drip out of her pussy. He was shaking and kept Cumming. There was no more space. Cum was squirting out of her pussy as he took his cock out. He was fucking her for so long that when he took his cock out it almost felt as if something that supposed to be there wasn’t there anymore. When he was done he looked at her and softly growled. She was too scared to move. He got up and.