Would they?” he chuckled, as he slid a second thick finger in to join the first, parting the wet pink flesh, twisting, and pumping his fingers in and out, churning the young woman’s tight clinging cunny to a froth. Silently he gripped the girl by the arm and marched her to the passenger side of the rag tag patrol car. She bent forward to step from the car, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, testing the thin stretch material, and revealing a deep cleavage. He pushed her face first against the car’s dusty door and thin Georgia soil mixing with her fearful sweat to soil the front of her halter bellied out by the heavy bulges of her breasts. The pretty young woman felt empty as her lips parted and her pink tongue darted out to welcome the thick invader. The tall teen stood leaning against the rear fender. “So you is a cold-ledge student? She twitched as his thick hands cupped her calf and began to climb up either side of the long stalk of her leg.
