Sometimes I get hungry in the middle of the night. It’s a deep-down aching, gnawing sensation. It has to be fed, and no, it’s not my fat stomach. It’s my hungry pussy, talking to me and telling me that she needs some cock, and she needs it now. I have to respond to her demands. Masturbating just doesn’t feed that craving. I get out of bed, throw on some shorts and a tank top. No panties, no bra, because I’m not trying to impress anyone. One of my favorites is to go through a drive-thru restaurant. I know where all of the teenage boys work the overnight shifts. All I have to do is flash some tit meat when I pick up my Whopper at the window and I can get all of the extra sauce I want. Last weekend, one told me to meet him out back and went on break. He smelled like greasy French fries, which turned me on more. He hopped in my SUV and we parked behind the dumpsters. Boys are so easy. They don’t ask for condoms. They just want to stick their cock into something wet and warm. I took his cock into my mouth and his hips began to pump. He grabbed me by the hair and ground my face into his balls. “Fuck me.” I ordered him, spreading my legs. I guess my big wet pussy was too much for him because he didn’t last more than a few strokes. His break was over so he didn’t have time for more. Damn, that was a tasty snack but it left me even more hungry. Maybe Taco bell will be better. I have a craving for a little Mexican tonight.