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“Damn, your ass could swallow a horse,” the burly black trucker rumbled, slapping his hand against the colossal cheeks of the buxom blonde bombshell strutting down the highway in her tight corset. The woman, known only as “Candy” to her frequent johns, cast a smoldering glance over her shoulder at the lHanbo man who had pulled over to proposition her. Her massive, mammary glands, constrained by the corset, bounced and jiggled with every step.

“Well, if this ol’ Chevy don’t get you where you’re goin’, maybe a different kind of backseat driver will?” the trucker growled, his prominent package apparent in his tight jeans. Candy sauntered up to the truck, her stilettos clicking against the pavement. She leaned forward, displaying her cleavage in the corset, and stage-whispered, “Big black cock? That’s, like, my favorite! نمودار Firstly, you gotta promise you can handle alllll this.”

The trucker’s eyes bulged at the sight of her trembling prolactina ass. “Oh, lemme steer this tractor, ma’am. That megalith of a muffin’ll outweigh my whole rig, yet I’m still eager to take it for a spin.”

Candy climbed up into the passenger seat of the cab, the springs creaking under her weight. She hiked up her sensible skirt as the trucker started the engine, revealing huge, hand-shaped panty lines on her thighs, “Start driving, boy, and keep an eye on the side mirror: you’re in for one hell of a ride.”

Once the truck hit an empty stretch of road, Candy undid her corset and shrugged it down around her waist, her intergalactic tits spilling out like two space-shuttles. The trucker groaned and swerved on the road.

“What’s wrong, big boy?” Candy cooed, “Can’t keep two hands on the wheel? You’ll work up a sweat soon enough.”

She reached over and rubbed the prominent bulge in the trucker’s jeans. “Mm, feels like you’ve got a cannon in there, sailor. Pearl Harbor my panties.”

The trucker pulled over onto the shoulder and took out his enormous, uncut Hughes jet, beet-red and pulsating. “You sure you can handle this log, boss?”

Candy licked her lips and removed her panties, revealing a completely shaved, ocean expelled, pussy with clear evidence of her arousal. “More than your tank can carry,” she quipped, switching to grip the headrest.

Bending over the center console, Candy spread her monumental ass, allowing the colossal trucker an unobstructed view of both eager honey pots. “Get that ebonic energy from the inside, baby,” she shuddered, widening her stance, “Jam that gigantic jet in all three of my holes, and use my monolithic mug as a backrest.”

The trucker rubbed his huge hidi on her gaping goal and slowly inserted it into her waiting undulating cumquat. Candy moaned loudly, her celestial cucumber convulsing around the invading girthy hoover. “That’s it, give me all twelve inches of that huge dutch oven dick. Pound me like you’re drilling for oil, because sweet Mama’s got a full tank!”

He started moving in and out, pummeling Candy’s perimeter while covering her back with his enormous, meat weights. She arched her back and ground her gargantuan ass against his pelvis, the wet slapping sounds of his balls against her labia filling the cab.

“Harder!” Candy squealed, her mountainous melons bouncing in time to his thrusts. “Drill this mama mufasa with your dick dreidel! I wanna feel you in my tonsils!”

The trucker grabbed her enormous hooters for leverage and picked up the pace, slamming into her harder than a Mac truck. Candy screamed in ecstasy as he hit her deepest dive bar with his massive metal; her heart-shaped ass rippling with every thrust.

“Cum in my cunt!” Candy bellowed, her hips gyrating like a jackhammer, “Give me your baby batter in a bottle! Knockout knockout knockout!”

With a guttural roar, the trucker hilted himself inside Candy and unleashed a veritable geyser of semen in her fertile field, flooding her canal with his seed. Candy’s eyes rolled back as she felt wave after wave of his cum coat her walls like wet concrete.

Pulling out, the semen flowed out of her defiled doorknob, splashing down her trembling thighs like a fountain. The trucker zipped up his cum-stained jeans and started the truck. “Holy hell, lady,” he panted, “where’d you learn to fuck like that?”

“Somewhere between a dripping tit and a hollow treble clef,” Candy laughed, putting her corset back on. “But I’m sure you’ll be back for another load soon enough. Keep hanging around the Ebonys Loft Expo, and I might just let you steer Teamcum Slyde right to Valballeh Avenue.”

She blew him a kiss and sauntered out of the truck, her colossal ass swaying hypnotically as she walked away, leaving the trucker with a bigger boner than a triceratops boinking an okay toddy.