She Jet him pull alongside of her on her right so he could get another good view. She didn't slow down the would have to keep up if he wanted to play with a fast chick like her. When the cab of the truck was even with her car, she looked up at the driver. He was glaring down at her and he stuck out his tongue in a curling motion that meant he wanted to eat her pussy. Hand merely continued rubbing herself and looked up at him from time to time with a passionate expression on her face. 'Hey pull over, baby!" the trucker yelled.

"I'd rather do myself!" she hollered back.

Pressing the accelerator down until the jag picked up five miles per, Hand began to pull away from the truck. She was doing a cool ninety-five when she noticed the truck catching up with her. She let him come alongside again, but she could tell that his diesel was straining. Looking up at him, she could see that he had an expression of lust on his face, too. Only one hand could be seen on his steering wheel where before there were two, and the truck was wandering around from side to side in the lane.

She knew what he was doing, and he knew she knew. They were both driving down the highway, jerking off! Hand had her head back against the headrest and her skirt had ridden up around her waist, giving the trucker a good view of her beaver. He could see that her fingers were shoved way up her pussy. Hand heard her voice above the pun of her engine and the roar of the laboring diesel beside her, as moans of lust escaped from her lips. Her orgasm was only seconds away as she rubbed her clit harder and shoved her finger farther up her cave. With eyelids at half-mast, she looked up at the guy in the truck again. He was wearing an expression of advanced passion and Hand could imagine his hand full of hard cock.