Put on a show for passing cars

From Create Your Own Story

You lay on the back seat, your skirt still flipped up. Your father turns on the radio and picks up speed. As you turn onto a main road, you see truckers peering into the back seat of the car as your dad passes them. At a stoplight, you spot a greasy older man in a large truck who is staring at your naked ass. Looking in the front seat, you see that your father is holding his gaze directly ahead, presumably to respect your privacy.

Wasting no time, you lift your ass up to the window facing the trucker. You give your fingers a lick, wink at the trucker, and plunge two fingers into your teen pussy. His eyes light up as he stares down at your wiggling butt. After a few seconds, the light turns green and your father accelerates through the intersection.

The trucker quickly catches up as you keep playing with yourself. You look back at him and meet his eyes, mouthing the words, "Fuck me." You lick your other hand's middle finger and bury it in your ass. Throwing your head back in ecstasy, you slam yourself violently.

At the next stop light, you pull your fingers from your holes and suck them one after the other. The trucker has one hand on the wheel and his other is hidden from your view. Realizing that your father is about to turn, you use your fingers to write your host's cell phone number on the window. The old man fumbles around in his truck and appears to be taking the number down. He flashes you a thumbs up and gives you a creepy smile.

Suddenly, your dad turns left, causing you to lose your balance. Your ass and wet pussy slam up against the window with a loud smack. As he comes out of the turn, your father looks back at the source of the sound.

"Christina! What are you doing, Missy!?" he shouts after seeing your butt pushed up on the window.

"Sorry, Daddy. You turned too fast. I promise I'll clean it up," you reply as you lay back down on your stomach. As you lay down, your phone buzzes. Pulling it out, you see a text message from an unknown number. Opening the message, you see a poorly taken photo of the old trucker's five-inch cock.

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12th grade cheerleader
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