i had just come from the apartment complex crawled up into the truck and sat back against the seat as we drove off. jimmy's cum dripped out of me, onto the brown leather, and stood there on the non-porous material, cold now that it was out in the open air, running back towards the crook of the seat, into my asscrack. i shifted my ass around. whats wrong? billy asked me. nothing. uncomfortable. the bottom af my ass cheeks were stuck together with cum. my pussy hurt from jimmy. he was hung like a goddamn stud mule. my wrists hurt from being tied to the bed and my ankles hurt from being handcuffed to my wrists. and now my ass cheeks were stuck together with cold cum. the radio was playing 'no quarter' and i disappeared into robert's voice for the ride. the truck stopped, the jolt waking me, and hank turned off the radio. he was smoking a joint. want a hit? nah, i'm ok. we gotta leave for missouri tomorrow. yeah. what time? 'bout 8. ok. i got out of the truck and walked to our room number 35 a red door with brass numbers hank drove away from the Happy Traveller Lodge into the setting sun. i didn't know where he was going.Birth sign: Virgo
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