Heavy Blue Balls

The sun dipped low over the sweeping desert horizon as a lone car sped down the dusty highway. Inside, Jessie gripped the wheel, his eyes locked on the road ahead. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, baring his toned forearms. He glanced over at his passenger, Stephanie, her full breasts practically spilling out of a tight white tank top.

She smiled at him, hiking up her tiny skirt shorts and spreading her thighs. “You’re so fucking hot,” she purred. “Pull over. I need you. Now.” Jessie’s cock throbbed in his jeans. He yanked the wheel, tires skidding. The car slid to a halt between two towering boulders. In a flash, he was on her, shoving her down across the seats. Their mouths crashed together, tongues entangling. Her blunt nails raked down his back.