The trucker takes a new route

Cyndi's head was spinning. The drinks were really catching up to her now and the intense, obscene fucking was only fueling her fire. She felt another man enter the toilet stall. She hadn't moved after the last man finished fucking her, filling her pussy with another load of cum. Her foggy brain heard this new stranger called Tom, but she couldn't even move to face him. The Governor's wife stood, bent over, face down over the toilet in this dirty rest stop.

Cyndi felt Tom move closer to her exposed body. She felt his hard, large cock slide up between her legs. She felt his strong hands grip her hips, holding her steady. She felt his cock enter her, plowing up into her juicy, dripping pussy. It felt good.

Tom drove his cock up into Cyndi's pussy hard. Three, four, five rapid thrusts made the woman moan with pleasure. He pulled his cock back, sliding the hard meat out of the woman's cunt. She was a sloppy, dripping mess down there. Holding his cock steady, Tom pressed the knob of his cock against the woman's exposed, slippery asshole. He **** his way into the tight hole.

Cyndi's eyes, half-closed in pleasure and drunkenness, popped open. "No..." she started reaching back, "wrong hole..."

Tom slapped the woman's hand down. "Shut up, bitch!" He drove his cock into Cyndi's ass hard.

Cyndi gasped, lifting her head. This man was fucking her ass. She never imagined anything like this. This is what homosexual men did to each other. She never dreamed of anyone driving a cock up into her ass. But now it was happening.