My First Wild Group Encounter In A Secluded Park Hideout

She was in a worn grey sweatshirt, the big tits I saw that morning straining at the material. Her neighbors were snowbirds, large empty driveways where their RVs stood all summer until they fled South. After a minute of attempting to reach behind and grab or hit me, her movements began to get weaker. You should have changed those cum stained sheets in your bedroom from last night” I said. “Break time Doris,” I said, loosening the rope. She made a low noise behind the gag as I slipped my swollen meat inside her, it’s thickness spreading her pussy lips. “You two are driving me wherever I want, or you’re dead.”
Later that night as she nodded off inside the van I slipped in the door and wrapped a length of clothesline around her neck.