Get the hell out of there

Roy decided that, despite all the fun, he needed to wrap this up. He quickly begins looking around for his clothes. As he gets dressed, Brie curls up into a ball on her back seat and continues to cry. Roy finishes buckling his pants and walks over to the crying actress. He reaches for her. She cringes away but he grabs her by the waist and pulls her out of the car. The fight is pretty much gone out of her so she lets herself be dragged to the side of the road. She looks on helplessly as Roy slams the backseat door closed, opens the front door, presses the lock button, and then slams it closed as well.

“What are you doing?!” she cries out. “my clothes are in there. So are my car keys and my phone.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replies simply. He pulls out his own phone and snaps a quick picture of her. She tries to cover her self, but not before he gets a few pics of her in all her naked glory. He then puts his phone away, turns around, and begins to walk back to his car. Brie runs over and pulls helplessly at her car door. It doesn’t budge. She turns and watches Roy walk away.

“You can’t leave me like this,” she says.

“I sure can,” he yells back. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re able to flag someone down. There’s also a service station 2 miles down the road. Good luck and thanks for the pussy.”

With that he got in his car, started the engine, and drove off. Brie considered chasing after him but immediately knew that was a dumb idea. She stood, naked and leaking cum and looked up and down the deserted road, not sure what to do.