Fusing these two jaw dropping combined models left Rem staring at an absolute goddess. She looked like she'd probably still have a good foot taller than Rem, even without the heels. Most of that height was in her long muscular dark golden legs, leading to a super tight pair of shorts, barely holding in a big round ass and an even bigger bulge up front. After lingering there a while, Rem's gaze continued upward, over super well-defined washboard abs to a massive set of breasts, covered only by a denim vest it wouldn't take more than a stiff breeze to push aside. She had a model's face of course. Well, four models really. All framed in what Rem could only call a glorious mane of blonde hair cascading around her face and spilling all the way down to those shorts she looked like she was going to explode out of.
Rem realized she'd just been staring slack-jawed since snapping several pictures and half-stammered. "Hey... I'm Rem, and... I'm sorry I just can't get over how gorgeous you are."
The other woman simply replied, "Vivian," in a deep confident voice, sweeping Rem off her feet, tossing her into the back of the convertible Vivian clearly owned, freeing that massive beast her shorts were barely holding in, and wasted absolutely no time just railing the smaller woman with the force and and intensity of a 9.0 earthquake. Unquestionably the most mind-blowing sex Rem had ever had in her life, or her lives. All she could think about was that rock hard cock thrusting into her like a jackhammer and those massive breasts smothering her face. There was no going back from this. Nothing about Rick's life mattered anymore. Nothing about Emily's. Not college. Rem had one purpose on this earth and it was to absolutely worship this woman too perfect to be found in nature, and have her screw her brains out every day and night until she could barely remember her own name.
Once Vivian was finally spent, as Rem laid there in a quivering heap staring up at the moon and panting, Rem's new goddess hiked her shorts back up and swung over to the driver's seat. "You need a lift to anywhere?" she asked.
Rem caught her breath enough to respond, "wherever you're going," and with a laugh, the tall muscular blonde peeled out, headed for the highway.
The whole experience was so intense Rem hadn't paid attention to where she'd flung the camera, or her purse, shoes, underwear... but she was too blissed out in the afterglow to care. She didn't exactly have anything she wanted to change, and getting dressed again would just slow them down when they got where they were going.