Ali did not complain about migrating into Sweden. The company electric car swung through the white, mountainous border territory that evening. He had asked a compatriot to join him. She was called Jinx —and easy-girl— by everybody. Today she wore a thick down jacket for two reasons. Firstly, it was freezing when the battery saver mode was on. Secondly, it was mind-blowing when she slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing her bra.
Her hand moved from his leg to pull his zipper down. This was after she drank one entire bottle of the cargo. His patron always put some extra.
He pulled the car off as fellatio started. He enjoyed life and her tits. She swallowed his cock, but not its load.
With cum stains everywhere, the rush of happiness turned into panic as the car did not start again. He should have charged the car earlier as planned.
After some minutes of swearing, headlights approached. The slow tractor was driven by a rude, redheaded farmerette who howled "are you frozen stupid?"
With few words and even fewer smiles, their car was laggardly towed to her farm.
Finally, the electric car charger was plugged in a barn in the middle of nowhere. Standing there, the hostess said: "I'm Åse. Will it take long?" As she was obviously not inviting them in, Ali asked for the toilet. Åse pointed to the forest first, but after some persuasion they followed her to a big, old farmhouse. She suspiciously shouted, announcing themselves inside.
Ali moved to the kitchen, accepted water, and small-talked while Jinx used an eternity in the bathroom. Impatiently, Åse asked him to go and check.
