"Smooth one, partner." Amy chuckled.
"Yeah, but this road's even smoother." Colin said back, sailing down the clear stretch of road.
They sailed down the road, admiring the desert scenery.
The sway of the saguaro cactus....
The tumbleweeds that blew threw the shifting sand...
The howls of coyotes in the distance...
The... craws of... vultures in the sky...
The searing.... hot.... intense sun....
"How long have we been driving?" Colin asked in a parched, hoarse voice.
"We should've seen a gas station by nowwwww..." Amy wheezed, as thirsty as Colin was.
"There it iiiiiiis..." Colin raspily said as he pointed toward an old looking station.
"The way things have happened to us so far, I thought we'd have to push the caaaaar...." Amy smiled with chapped lips.
The engine suddenly sputtered and the car screeched to a hault.
"You had to say something, didn't you?" Colin asked with a smile, thinking 'This is fine... I'm okay with the way events are unfolding currently... everything's gonna be okay...'
They strained and wheezed, trying to push the searing hot car down the road.
"It's no uuuuuse..." Colin wheezed.
"It can't get worse... right?" Amy raspily asked.
Suddenly, they heard feet stepping across the sand... rather quickly.
"Me and my big mouth." Amy said.
Giggling flowed through the air as the footsteps grew closer.
"Get back in the caaaaaaaaaar..." Colin wheezed as he headed for the door and swung it open.
Amy came in after him, the sounds of giggles growing closer as curvaceous shapes flew behind the cacti.
Amy used up her heat drained strength as she slammed the car door.
The two panted for a second until four shadows were cast in through the car windows.
There were four infected women (obviously), with dark tan skin and braided, jet black hair.
One of them smiled as she pressed her hand and her DD rack against the window.
She sensually rubbed against it with lusty moans.
The uninfected shook their ends no.
"Hey, water!" Colin smiled as he pulled a bottle out of the seat.
A single drop landed on his tongue; they didn't have time to stock up on drinks at the last pit stop.
"Thirsty?" the bimbo mouthed as she backed away from the window.
Colin nodded.
The bimbo arched her back, squeezing her nipples until creamy white milk dribbled out.
Colin's eyes widened as he licked his lips.
Two other bimbos let it drip into their mouths before latching on and suckling the head bimbo's teets.
She giggled and motioned Colin to come.
He drooled and nodded, heading out before Amy grabbed him.
"Colin, don't!" she pleaded, "She's a bimbo, remember?"
Colin came to his senses and pulled away from the door.
The head bimbo turned her back to them and pressed against the car, moaning as the other girls nursed off her...