I picked Siren up at a truck stop outside of Oklahoma City.

We went to a side street to f***, in the car, and that Brian Bates guy came to film us, but Siren seduced Brian Bates by first reaching into Brian Bates’ pants, and pulling out the stiffie he likely gets each time he gets that near to s**, and taking it in he eager mouth.

Soon Brian Bates had forgotten about his camera, and was climbing out of his pants, and taking Siren over the hood of my sedan. Brian Bates pumped Siren from behind as I sat in awe still in the car. Eventually Brian shot streams of steamy c** up and mostly over Siren’s hair before wiping the last drops of his sticky goo on Siren’s firm young a**.

Brian Bates then scooped up his camera, shook his head and visibly shuddered from the release, before going on his way.

I then stepped out of the car, turned Siren over… and watched her own cream drip from Siren’s soaking q***. Then I brought Siren’s mouth to my c***, and I pumped there for all that Siren was worth, feeling her tonsils with each thrust. Upon sensing my impending climax, I pulled out and shot my wad up Siren’s right nostril.

As I left her half naked and bleeding there, Siren was wearing a moustache of gooey j*** that her young daughter will one day be aghast about when she finds the pictures I’ve posted online of Siren’s literal c** face.