I am a blonde fucking whore. I will go down on a man anywhere anytime. My car is out of commission for a few days while I wait on my mechanic to get a part. When you look like me, you can get a ride. I put on some daisy dukes and a tube top. Wore some high heels too. And I hitched a ride. It felt like the 70s when no one thought twice about picking up a hitchhiker. Guys were stopping for me left and right. I almost caused an accident. I took a ride from Ron. He was a middle-aged white man who looked like he needed a good blowjob. I was trying to get to the truck stop to score some blow, but when I saw this man, I acted like I just needed to get home. I wanted to give him head. I wanted to fuck him. I do not fuck men my age often. He was nice to me too. He did not treat me like a trailer trash whore. I think he was just a kind lonely man and I wanted to blow his socks off. I invited him inside my trailer. I made him a drink and gave him head. I think it was a first hearing that I did not have to give him a blowjob. I live in a tit for tat community. If I want some coke, I must take some cock. If I take a lift from someone, I must do something in return. So, I gave him the best head of his life. At 58, he never came in a woman’s mouth. I am no woman. I am a whore. I did not care that he was married. His wife has neglected his cock for almost 40 years. I slipped a finger up his ass because I knew a prostate orgasm would better drain his balls. He almost blew a whole in the back of my head with his cum load. He needed that more than I did. It was charity. I can go get some coke and BBC at the truck stop later.
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