Dusty leaned his head back a little, eyes on the road, even if his focus was anywhere but out there where his headlights shone. "Aw shit," he groaned, eyes sliding closed as the sensation of her tongue against his overly sensitive flesh. It was like a god damned touch of heaven on his cock and Dusty couldn't imagine anything that had ever felt better in his entire shit-hole of a life.
He swallowed hard, his black cowboy hat tipping sideways off of his head as he pressed back against the seat, bracing himself hard. The muscles in Dusty's arms tensed, defined and nearly shaking as he drove, the progress of the truck down the road not quite managing to keep a steady speed. He needed to find a place, and fast.