Finally it ended up at the entrance of my ass. As I kept sucking I felt one of his rough hands make its way around the back of my thigh and up the crack of my ass. I imagined him getting hard thinking about plowing my ass, dribbling pre-cum and going soft again for the last four hundred miles. It had been marinating all day behind the wheel of his rig as he came in from Los Angeles. On my knees sucking his thick cock I was intoxicated by the smell of his unwashed crotch. It also seemed as if his penis was bulging even bigger in my mouth than it had before. The sight of my red jockstrap must have pleased him as he instructed me to keep it on. ![]() I undid the snaps of my shirt, kicked off my boots and socks, and last slipped off my jeans. Before I could say hello he told me to start sucking him while I got undressed. ![]() His thick seven inches were bulging like I’d never seen before. The good little trucker slut I am, I got ready, drove down to the truck stop and found myself climbing the steps into his big white rig. ![]() He said he was parked in the truck stop and needed to get off. It was a warm evening in Phoenix and I got a call from one of my favorite truckers, George, who was in his mid-fifties and loved to plow my ass with his thick cock.
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