Madison Young and Kym Wilde

She stuck out her thumb and the car stopped. Blonde hair whipping across her face, Madison Young climbed in next to Kym Wilde. The engine hummed, the road stretched. Within minutes, hands replaced words. Rope came out of the glove box. Madison's wrists crossed behind her back, cinched tight. Kym's fingers tugged her panties aside and worked two knuckles deep without warning. Madison gasped, then pushed back. Kym laughed once, low, and kept driving with one hand while the other twisted and pumped. The car hit a pothole; Madison jolted and the rope bit harder. Later, Kym pulled onto an empty shoulder, dragged Madison into the back seat, bent her over the armrest and took her ass in short, relentless strokes while the blonde's moans fogged the windows. Every thrust landed with a slap. Madison's face pressed into leather, eyes watering, thighs shaking. She begged once, got gagged with her own underwear, and kept taking it until Kym decided she was done. The car started again. Madison stayed bound in the back, cum leaking down her thigh, tasting salt and rubber, already wondering where the next ride would take her.