The minute she texted.

 I knew. I knew what she wanted. This girl only gives blowjobs. We used to fuck all the time, but after hurting her hip in an accident, she doesn't want to fuck anymore. There were rumors of her having Aids, but since that pussy is locked tight, I'll never know the extent of it. What I do know is that she's only 35. Ten years ago, you would have jizzed in your pants just looking at her, but now, after the drugs took their toll, she looks doubled in age. She still gives a mean hummer though. 

I never particularly liked blowjobs. I prefer pussy. This time, she babbled about needing so cash a check at Walmart. It's nonsense, but I played along. She used the bathroom. I bought a belt. The place was obviously closed at this time of night. On the way back, she popped the question. "Can we do something for 40?" Of course, hunny. 

This kind of activity takes great effort on both out parts. She  sucks me off in the front seat, then I get on me knees and face fuck her. Eventually, I'm jerking off into her mouth, using her like a fleshlight. My major problem was not emptying my bladder first. Having to pee makes things difficult. That always takes priority, and now you're in a mental argument with your body. Having suppressed these urges, I jacked off into the back of her throat. She wasn't ready for my sperm sloshing around the inside of her cheeks, and opened the passenger door to spit. Didn't even fell like I came, but the pearly white cum dropping out of the tip of my cock tells a different story. I quickly dropped her back off and drove straight home to tell you all about it.