The question herein is not the reasons why they left, but where they go. “Tie him up, put him in the back seat.”
Cindy felt Simmons’ limp body being pulled off her, his half-limp cock slipping out of her cunt. Like Pancho, he wanted to spin it out, take his time. She felt his hand fumbling around, creeping under her skirt, snaking up the silk of her inner thighs. He sucked her wet salty clit till the petite girl was squealing with pleasure and his chin was soaked with her gushing cunt-cream. “You let that guy into your pants!”
Cindy blushed scarlet. She felt his withered cock, still deeply lodged in her aching cunt. Besides, Ted didn’t even know her last name, and out in California no one would know Ted. Perhaps that would arouse his sympathy. She gurgled again. Her tits were swollen up taut with arousal, her whole body flushed pink. She was almost beginning to hate men. Out of all those men, there had to be some sexy ones, and then she’d get her kicks, too.
