highway-encounter

Dusk fell over the truck parking lot, that dim wood just off the highway. I’d pulled in for one last break before Oléron. My Audi’s lights off. Legs spread wide on the leather seat. Fingers slipping under my lace panties. Clit throbbing hard. Heart hammering. I’d seen him earlier—Mykola, the shaved-head Baltic giant. His truck,…