He wore a weathered pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. A jean jacket completed his look, which was the typical attire of truckers. His facial hair was ...et black and unkempt, probably grown out over several days. The trucker's facial features were plain, with a flat nose and a rounded jaw. His brown eyes were small and heavy, suggesting that he hadn't slept in a long time. "Now how are we going to do this?" the trucker asked with his thin lips forming a devious grin. Ashley was sitting on the bed. Want my pussy to get wetter and wetter and ... oooh, I can't help myself, Daddy! Have to do more than just come in your mouth." Wetter than simply a climax could make her pussy was right. For Amy had just pissed along with coming. And with the liquid gold pouring down his throat, Vic Winslow was even thirstier for her cunt's discharge than before, now that it was gushing instead of oozing. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Amy squealed with runaway joy. "Suck, suck, suck! Suck all the coming piss out of. He bent over the end of the bend and told me to try and fuck him. I used loads of lube on my cock and gently tried to push it inside his hole, God it was tightm he was moaning but telling me to push ahead, with a pop, I slipped my head inside and slowly pushed down, pulling back and then forward. I got nearly all my 12” inside him, my balls were banging his arse, I felt them constrict and then I shot my load, then another, and another and then he shot er. Thick cum was oozing out of his hole. Fir jab me aane ghar poche tow mujhe bar bar wo adbhut ehasa ke kalpana how rahe the ke aaesa kay keya mare sath rahul bhaiya ne ke mare dil ke dhakan tez how jate mare aakhe band karte he aaesa mehsus hota ke wo mare as pas khade how jab rat me me sone ke koshish kar rahe the tow mare aakho se need gayab how chuke the mujhe kuch samaj nahe aaraha tha ke mare sath aaesa kaya hua hai ke mera badan ko bar bar us ehasa ko pane ke echa hone lage me rat bhar tadpati rahe or subh hone ka intezar.