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squeezed hard enough to leave fingerprints.
    â€œAngie likes ass, huh?” His whispered question tickled my ear.
    All I could say was, “Mmm…”
    â€œWell, Angie baby, you can grab my ass all you like,” he growled. “Do anything to it you want, although what you’re doing now feels so damn good, I just might come all over you.”
    â€œGuess I’d better stop, then.” I was surprised I could even form the words, let alone carry them out. “You know…save some for later?”
    He groaned as though that thought might be the death of him. “No, don’t stop. Keep going, Angie. Keep playing with my ass.”
    â€œI could do it better if it was a little closer,” I said. “Let me scoot down some.”
    As he released me and raised his right knee, I slid across the seat underneath him until I was in almost the same position I’d been in during my fantasy. A glistening droplet of fluid dripped onto my lips from his rock-hard penis. I was just about to suck that puppy into my mouth when we were rudely interrupted by the honking of a horn as another vehicle rattled past, reminding us that we were parked on the shoulder of a public road in broad daylight.
    No one in a small car could’ve seen us, but Troy’s bare butt may have been visible from another truck. Also, since my truck was fairly well-known in those parts, it was a safe bet that whoever had passed us probably knew I had to be there as well, whether they’d seen me or not.
    So much for being discreet.
    Troy burst out laughing. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. No, let me rephrase that, maybe this wasn’t such a good place for it. The idea itself was excellent.”
    Needless to say, I was in complete agreement. “No shit. Are they turning around to come back for another look?”
    He rose up to peer through the windshield, giving me a full frontal view of him that was even more breathtaking than the one I’d imagined. His shirt was hanging open, completely unbuttoned, revealing black, curling hair on his chest that tapered down across his stomach only to flare out again to surround his stellar cock and balls. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping out loud.
    â€œNope,” he replied. “All I see is a car driving on down the road. Don’t see anything heading in this direction.”
    â€œGreat. Give me just one more second…”
    â€œFor what?”
    â€œThis.” Pushing up from the seat, I ran my tongue over the head of his engorged penis, lapping up the juice oozing from his slit. That endeavor got me more, but instead of the hot fudge on vanilla ice cream analogy, it was more like maple syrup from a squeeze bottle, although salty rather than sweet. I painted my lips with the slippery sauce before sucking him in like a Popsicle.
    â€œOh, Angie,” he groaned. “You wouldn’t happen to need a slightly used boy toy, would you?”
    I pushed his dick aside to reply. “I thought you said you wouldn’t make a good boy toy. That you were too bullheaded. And you are, aren’t you?”
    â€œWell, yes,” he admitted. “But I’d try to be good.” He rubbed the tip of his cock on my cheek. “I’d be very good. No nasty diseases. No strings attached.”
    â€œTroy the Boy Toy.” I couldn’t help giggling. “I like the sound of that, but my dad probably wouldn’t. We’d have to be sneaky.”
    â€œYour dad?” he asked with surprise. “I thought you said you’d be the one writing my paycheck.”
    â€œThat’s right, but technically, Dad owns the ranch. I just pay the bills.”
    â€œDamn.”
    I giggled again. “You’ll probably end up actually having to do some work to earn your money. The boy toy thing would have to be a perk.”
    â€œThat would be quite a perk. Of course, if you work me too hard, I won’t have