**”Highway to Pleasure”**

I still remember the first time I saw her—Sapna, the infamous roadside beauty who had every truck driver, cop, and shopkeeper wrapped around her finger. She wasn’t just any woman; she was *the* woman—the one who made men lose their minds with just a smirk. And tonight, she was mine.

I pulled my car over to the side of the highway, the dim glow of the streetlight barely illuminating the backseat where she sat, already unbuttoning her tight blouse. Her tits spilled out, firm and heavy, her nipples hard under the cool night air.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she teased, her fingers sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her onto my lap. Her pussy was already warm through the fabric, grinding against my dick, making it throb. She moaned, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, “Sabne mujhe choda hai—teachers, cops, strangers… ab teri baari hai.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I yanked her skirt up, my fingers slipping under her soaked panties. She was dripping, her cunt swollen and ready. I pushed two fingers inside her, and she gasped, arching against me. “Ahh… haan, jaldi…”

I didn’t waste time. I pulled her panties aside and guided my cock to her entrance, watching as her tight pussy parted for me. The second I slid inside, she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Saala… itna mota?”

I smirked, grabbing her ass and forcing her down onto me, burying myself to the hilt. She whimpered, her walls clenching around me as I filled her completely. Then I started moving. Slow at first, teasing her, letting her feel every inch dragging in and out. But soon, I was fucking her hard, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Kitne logo ne teri chut mardi?” I growled, slamming into her deeper.

She bit her lip, her eyes rolling back. “Sabne… sabne… haaah! Teacher ne bhi class mein choda… principal ke office mein bhi… haa!”

That drove me wild. I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and pounding into her. The car rocked with each thrust, her moans turning into screams. Her pussy was so fucking tight, gripping me like a vise.

“Saali rand, teri chut kitni garam hai,” I groaned, my balls slapping against her ass.

She clawed at the seat, her back arching as I hit that sweet spot deep inside her. “Aaah! Haan, wahin… wahin chod! Mujhe pregnant kar de!”

I lost it. Gripping her hips, I fucked her like an animal, my cock hitting her cervix with every brutal stroke. She came hard, screaming, her juices gushing around me. That was all it took—I buried myself deep, exploding inside her, filling her up as she milked me dry.

Panting, I collapsed on top of her, both of us slick with sweat. She grinned, licking her lips. “Ab tera number laga… par main kabhi nahi thakti.”

I knew right then—this wasn’t the last time. This was just the beginning.