We've been in traffic for damn near three hours, and we're still not even to Baton Rouge yet. My girlfriend insisted that we evacuate for this hurricane....wait...this sum bitch ain't even a hurricane yet? She has us driving all the way to Beaumont for a freaking tropical storm!?!? Jdjdifirorodjdieisowidk!!!! I could punch her in the neck right now. Okay, calm down, Dennis. Remember to breathe and recite your relaxation message: "I like em hot. The ones that don't tell me to stop. Eat dick, swallow the nut, and they know howta pop." Whew, now that I'm back in the zone, I can continue to just sit here and stare at the people in front of me.
Oh look!!! Traffic is starting to move again! Yes! Things are starting to get better! Amber just woke up, and is also excited that we're making some progress. We should be to Texas by 11pm. I might have to get gas, but that'll be WTF!!!! Hdueidlwlsudkdmwpdi!!!!! This cannot be happening. My fu*king truck is smoking!!!! What in the mother fu*k is wrong?!?!? Wait....."I like em hot. The ones that don't tell me to stop. Eat dick, swallow the nut, and they know howta pop." Okay, I'll just pull over and check to see what's going on. Amber's giving me that, "Don't be a hero, nigga. Call for help!" look, and judging by my quick assessment of the problem, I need to call Roadside Assistance.
I call AAA, and they let me know that someone should meet me here within the next 2 to 4hrs. Amber hears how long it'll be, and starts to worry. I reassure her that it'll be okay, and that despite this dismal situation, we could make good use of the delay. I rest my hand on her thigh, and gently massage it. Amber giggles, and puts her seat all the way back. I continue massaging her thigh, until the giggles became moans. Amber turns over, and climbs onto the back seat. She slides her shorts and panties off, and starts to rub her clit. She softly whispers, "Bring that dick to me, Daddy." She knows I can't resist when she calls me "Daddy." I open my door, and "casually" get into the back of the truck. Isaac is going to soak NO, but I'm about to swim inside of Amber.
Not a moment after I close the door, Amber climbs into my lap, and starts kissing me. Her kisses are deep and passionate, as if we'd never see each other again. As the intensity kicks up, I run my fingers along her shoulders and neck, because I know it turns her on. Her back arches, as a she creates a small wet spot on the front of my scrubs. She unhooks her bra, and her 38DDs fall against my face. I begin to lick and kiss and bite and suck on them, paying special attention to her barbell nipple piercings. With her nails digging into the ceiling, I knew I had to take things a step further. I tell her to give me a second, and I hop out of the truck. I put the seats down, and then proceed to rearrange the contents of the trunk. It was about to be like the good ole days, when we'd have sex in the back of the truck behind Pan Am stadium.
With Amber's head resting on my duffle bag, I take my time licking from her ankles to her waistline. As I lick her calves, she raises her legs, as if I've paid the toll to continue moving. I nibble on her right thigh, and I firmly dragging my fingers down the inside of her left thigh. Her body shakes from the anticipation, and she places her hands on the back of my head. She mapped out my route, and is urging me to proceed on the highlighted route. I follow the stream of sweet running down her thigh, until my nose is resting within the petals of her rose. I mimic her deep and passionate kisses from earlier, as she squirms and turns. Slow, long licks, slurping, and tongue twisting get her open, but nothing compares to the moment when I reach her bull ring clit piercing. I use my tongue to lift the ring, and knock on her flood wall. Within minutes, the streets of Amber are flooding, and now It's time for a swim.
I continue kissing and licking on her body, until my vessel has entered the warm flood waters. Amber's eyes roll back, as I push and swim against the current. Her feet, now pressed flat against the interior walls of the truck, are forcing the vehicle to rock from left to right, but my freestyle is strong. As Amber roars from her third orgasm, I decide to showcase my award-winning backstroke. She is thanking every religious figure she knows, and even has thanked her 7th grade English teacher. I feel my vessel about to make landfall, so I open her legs wider to prepare to drop anchor. Closer. Closer. Closer......RELEASE!!
I pull myself out of the storm, and lay on top of her suitcase. The windows are foggy, the atmosphere smells like a lockeroom, but the cheesy grin on Amber's face lets me know that our evacuation activities were beneficial. After I put my clothes on, I sneak out of the truck to stretch. As I walk towards the front of the truck, I see that there is a note stuck on my windshield. Apparently, AAA fixed my truck, and billed my account. The tech let a comment: "Vehicle was just overheated. Save some water for the engine next time."
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