I Really Need A Ride Back

Guys, Kimber's car craps out on the side of the road, and boom—I'm there like a wolf spotting fresh meat. Hot young thing in distress? Hell yeah, I swoop in with my signature 'help.' Starts innocent enough: a sneaky shoulder rub to loosen her up. But we all know the real assist is me getting my rocks off, her sweet lips wrapped around my cock for a sloppy blowjob. Jackpot—this time she delivers big league, and all it cost me was pretending to call a tow truck. Never bothered with that crap. I hit her with the bad news: no ride comin'. Her face drops, pure disappointment. So I flip the script, all cocky-like: 'Babe, girls like you are always stringing me along.' She's desperate to get home, needs wheels bad. I grin and say, 'Tell you what—help a guy out down here, and we're square.' She freaks at first, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, but desperation wins. Her hand's on it, tentative, then bolder. I slide in and start pounding away; she's not exactly moaning for joy at first, all stiff and reluctant. But damn, the way I groan and lose myself in her? That flips her switch—she's riding the high of making me blow my load like it's her personal thrill.