The road stretches endlessly—a scar across the dead earth.
The fire crackles, the night reeks of sweat and gasoline, and there you are, fucking her mouth against the car's wheel—her thighs spread, her cunt dripping, her tits bouncing with every thrust. She moans, not like some innocent girl, but like a woman who knows her body is the last currency in this rotten world. And you take her, not as a father, but as a beast who still has the strength to claim something before everything goes to hell.
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