Hector rolled off the girl whimpering underneath him and pulled the cell phone from the back pocket of his pants. His jeans were halfway down his thighs, and he grabbed the bitch’s hand and wrapped it around his still-hard dick. He pressed the phone to his ear. “Yeah, what?” “We got a lead off the cousin’s cell log,” Carmen said. “Tell me you know where she is.” Hector squeezed the girl’s hand around his cock and dragged her fist up and down, showing her how he liked it. “Not yet, but we got a good idea of where she was headed.” “Where?” Hector pushed up in bed, slapped the girl’s hand off his softening cock, and shoved his junk into his jeans. Some girls you just couldn’t teach. They acted like they’d never seen a stiff cock before. He made a mental note to hand this bitch off to one of his lieutenants. She was a lousy fuck. “Somewhere in Massachusetts.” “What the fuck is she doing there? You sure?” “She called her cousin a few times right after she took off.
