The open road does something to you. Three days into this mad dash north and the inside of this Camry has become its own little world. Rules don't apply out here. Maya's driving like she's trying to outrun the devil, Rayne's got the maps spread across her lap while trying to keep us all fed, and Carla... well, Carla just decided the Oregon coast was the perfect place to flash her perfect tits at a logging truck. They honked. Obviously.

We stopped for gas an hour ago and I found Maya bent over the hood in a rest stop bathroom, her cunt dripping and begging for my cock. Rayne watched from the doorway, her fingers working her own pussy slow and steady until she came all over the dirty floor. Now we're driving again, the smell of sex and sweat thick in the air, Carla asleep with her head in my lap, my fingers still sticky from her.

This trip isn't about the destination. It's about the raw, filthy freedom of it all. Who's next?