I reached into my wallet and handed him my last $50. “I will snap a photo of my driver’s license with my phone. Desi hot sex Relief became dismay as I pulled off the highway and saw BP 2.5 miles. Oh fuck, he is some kind of faggot rapist. “It’s calling to you Marty,” he said in a cartoon ghost like voice. “How much time? He was gently rubbing his cock in my palm. Again, he pushed his pelvis through the window, his semi hard cock definitely trying to escape. “There you are cocksucker,” he said thrusting his pole forward, but failing to make contact. I swallowed as much as I could, but, when the second shot erupted, some leaked out and down my chin. “Do you want to continue sucking my cock or do you want to get on the road?” he asked taunting me.
