Hitchhike to Hell!

An excerpt from Hitchhike to Hell!

"I don't want to talk. I want to go back to the motel." Her boots echoed on the empty night street. "My pussy's full of cum, and I just want to take a bath and go to bed."

He grabbed her arm and jerked her around, taking her roughly, planting a kiss on her lips that she couldn't wipe off. "You want to fuck me?" Angie taunted. "You want a sloppy fuck right here in an alley like a john?" She pulled off her jacket, her pointed tits practically popping out of her shirt.

"Jesus, Angie—"

She pushed him in between the buildings, a narrow crevice less than an arm's legth wide and littered with cans and bottles, weeds, and the stubs of cigarettes. They stole a hot kiss together, bodies griding together in the shadows. "You want my pussy, baby?" she teased.

"Yeah," Paul said, taking her legs as she braced her back against one wall and walked up the other. He pushed her skirt up and exposed her pussy, still gleaming with the jism of other men.

Angie jerked her shirt up to show him her little tits. "Get it, honey," she gasped. "You know I like it."

"Oh yeah," the boy said, fumbling with his pants as he tried to hold her up.

"You got money for a bus ticket, honey?" she asked sweetly. "I just got to get to Tulsa, and you wouldn't want me sucking dick on the highway...."

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