If my gas station had these chicks working for them they’d have to change their name from Sheetz to Skeetz because that’s what I’d be doing in the comfort of my truck while they were pumping my gas and cleaning my windows. Hell, I’d be happy to pay these high ass gas prices too! I just want to dive in head first and try to rescue the panties and the part of the pants being viciously gobbled up by those asses with my mouth. Seriously, I’d sniff the crotch of those pants until blood vessels burst in my head and I went into some type of perverted seizure (a skeetzure? skeezure?). I’d top off a couple of times a week and volunteer to drive people to the gas station so they can fill up as well.
The cameraman sucks salty balls and should be kicked in the nuts and pissed on for the shoddy camera work but I’ll begrudgingly forgive him. It’s hard to focus when so much of that oxygenated blood has left your brain and is filling up your dick. Been there! Try to do better next time though. So who wants to visit Argentina and rent a car? I need that in my life!