“Have you ever seen a girl’s boobs before Jason?” she asked, waving them in front of his nose. “Have you ever seen a girl’s boobs before Jason?” she asked, waving them in front of his nose. Taryn’s lips held his cock until it stopped spasming, her hand squeezing the last drop of cum from his softening member. She walked with a natural ease that belied the four-inch heels on her boots. After a few minutes it was obvious that his cock was straining in his pants. Jason was tempted to make up the shortfall for her – she was so hot! The station seemed frozen in time sometime before the first oil crisis; the owners had never invested in self-service pumps. “I’ve only got thirty-four sixty-three; do you think you can give me a break here…” she pleaded, “…Jason?” reading the name from his badge. Jason sucked her tit, a bit roughly and sloppily; clearly he had never done this with a girl before. It was only when the door closed and the Spyker’s engine roared to
