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They say there’s something women like about a pickup man. I couldn’t know for sure what the appeal is, but it turns me on when he helps me into his lifted pickup truck. He rolls down the windows and turns up the radio as we travel down old backroads. They twist and turn, following the path around landmarks instead of cutting right through nature’s beauty like the highways do.
With the wind blowing my hair all around the cab, I shift onto my knees and lean over the console. His cheek blush, and he adjusts his ballcap, tugging it down to hide his emotions. His nervous chuckles give him away, though. My hand rubs over his crotch. We’d talked before about how he’d never experienced road head. After today, he won’t be able to say that anymore.
