West

Rosa hauled herself to her feet. According to the guys, she hadn't set off the five-hour alarm yet but it could be seconds away.

Making her decision, Rosa turned to the West, walking away from the sun and following the shadows.

Her pussy ached from the night of pounding and she would have given anything for a soda to wash the taste of man out of her mouth... But, then Rosa remembered that any food or water she found would be tainted.

I can't even drink a glass of water here without craving penis. Rosa complained in her head. _Penis... _She thought again about her night with the boys, but it was feeling more and more like a good memory. Her pussy didn't feel sore, it felt...contented. She warred within herself whether she even wanted to chase the prize... or chase the men...

Fuck, that stuff is still doing a number on me! Rosa shook her head to focus. She kept moving, trying very hard not to think about men.

Tried very hard not to think about rock hard cocks filling her every hole.

About seeing the look on a man's face when she sucked him off and swallowing him.

She didn't always succeed.

True to what the men said, there really wasn't much to the west. Rosa walked for a while, but didn't find any safe houses or really much of anything at all. She had nothing to help her right now, no map, no backpack, no tools, or food or anything. She knew that the directors wouldn't let her starve out here, but they also weren't going to send her any help either. Not without strings attached.

Rosa wondered if she should sit down for five hours and then try to steal something when men inevitably showed up. On the other hand, if men came out of the woods looking to fuck her, Rosa worried she wouldn't have the willpower to flee.

But, before the situation became that dire, Rosa spotted a feminine figure up ahead...

An friend? An enemy?