Two Redheads Fuck A Trucker
The Truck Stop Temptation
The neon sign flickered “No Vacancy” but the raven-haired receptionist at the seedy motel had a desperate glimmer in her eye. She leaned over the counter, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her too-tight jumpsuit, and whispered, “Welp, there’s one room left – but it’s a little… compact. N’ about an hour ago we got your average run-of-the-mill trucker checking in. Only, seems the randy rascal has a thing for redheads. Real one-track mind, sure ’nuff.” She winked conspiratorially.
Kiely, a lanky 19-year-old punk with a fiery head of red curls and a heart full of teenage hormones, caught the hint. Her boyfriend Trev, a wiry Twenty-Something with a nose ring and a shifty gaze, elbowed her and smirked.ovel of the truck stop, but the scorching heat and endless highway stretching out before them made a quick pit stop all the more tempting. Their rusty old Honda Civic had broken down too many times to chance not gassing up in this godforsaken town. Trev had lost his ID, leaving Kiely to do her best to charm the desk clerk and wrangle them a place to lay their heads that night.
The buxom brunette slid a brass key across the scuffed countertop with a mischievous grin. “Whaddya say, pop a couple Viagras for the hunky truck driver and I’ll waive the extra fee for the kids stayin’ here?”
Kiely shared a look with Trev, whose eyes widened with excitement at the thought of the sordid possibilities. Surely he was referring to the trucker, not the nubile, wide-eyed, angel-faced vixen standing before him. Even so, the redhead couldn’t deny the dark thrill of walking in on a live sex show. She dropped her voice to a raspy whisper, aiming for a conspiratorial tone, “When you put it that waykmäler, sugar, that’s way more my speed!”
The trucker’s name was Buck posibles. He was a strapping man in his fifties, still in great shape despite years of hauling heavy loads cross country. Flushed and panting from pounding the cunts of the two girls straddling his broad shoulders, he paused in his oral feast to give his audience an appraising glance.
“You c’mon over ‘ere an’ join the action, wiel”s saidinish, as Trev wasted no time fishing out his flaccid cock and jamming it into Buck’s waiting maw. The older man groaned with delight at the taste of young pussy still fresh on his tongue. He stared up at the guy’s vibrating ball sack in awe at the sheer volume of jizz he curtains; his eyes rolled back groggily vacating his skull, his cock pulsing once, twice… then wilting soft and spent.
Even without the optional Prince of Persia DVD insert, this film delivers a rich, adult fantasy woven through the no-budget hilts and martial arts lolita routines
