Not in Kansa Anymore Pt.3

Having stripped the teenaged girl butt naked, Dylan did what any red blooded American male would do

And preceded to kiss and grope every inch of the nerdy girls soft, smooth, and virgin skin.

Taking extra time to fondle her breast kissing her nipples and cupping her completely shaven pubic mound.

Dorothy could do no more than bite her lower lip, arch her back high in the air! and wiggle her hips side to side… in a mesmerizing display of ecstasy.

Unfortunately for the young girl her night was about to take a drastic turn.

She heard Dylan's phone go off in his pocket and instead of ignoring the text message Dylan brought the phone up to his face and read it.

Seeing his phone out in front of her like this cause Dorothy to throw her hands over her breast and pussy in an instinctual reaction to protect her modesty.

She however had nothing to fear...because after reading the message Dylan quickly put the phone back in his pocket.

But his attitude changed after reading that message. what could it have said? she wondered.

Aggressively the teen boy grab all the discarded clothing including his shirt, and violently pulled the blanket out from under Dorothy's naked body.

She was so stunned by how fast he did it all... that she barely had time to complain about her nudity.

And now found herself laying on the cold metal of the truck bed feeling more exposed due to Dylan's temperament change.

Dorothy sat up fast! now a little angry she demanded to know what was going on.

But in mere seconds Dylan managed to gather all the clothes and wrap it up nicely in the blanket.

Taking it with him as he leapt out of the bed of the truck, and into the driver seat.

Leaving poor Dorothy completely naked and speechless sitting by herself in the back of the truck as she heard the engine turn over.

The vehicle then began to move... The teen girl now frightened banged on the glass window dividing the cab and bed of the truck.

The shirtless young man looked back at the wide eyed girl and gave her only a mischievous grin.

It was only a matter of seconds before the red truck was moving too fast for Dorothy to even consider jumping off.

Besides she had no clothing! where would she go?

Her panicked terror turned into frantic desperation, when after a few minutes she recognized the road Dylan was on and had a good idea of where he was taking her in her **** state.