Hitchhikers' dream

She hitches because she knows how it ends. The car slows. The door opens. Inside waits a girl with golden hair and a bare body. She settles in the driver’s seat, sunlight skimming every inch of her skin. Her legs open wider across the dash. One hand finds her pussy, the other holds the wheel. She rubs in slow circles, then faster. Her hips rise and drop against the leather. Moisture beads along her slit. The seat creaks under each steady thrust of her fingers. Her ass lifts and spreads, filling the frame. She pauses only to slide two fingers deeper, then pulls them out glistening. When she comes her toes curl against the pedals and a soft moan fills the cabin. The hitchhiker watching from the roadside can already taste the leather, the sweat, the pleasure she leaves behind.