I counted the money—all there—and hid it in a different drawer. I couldn’t believe it; even though I knew he’d cum and I saw his spunk at the head of the condom, he was still hard. Porn sex “So, what are you going to do for me?” he asked. “Yes…oh yes,” I moaned. Maybe it was his detective’s training, but I loved the visual attention anyway. He loved it—crooning “Yes baby, yes.”
Instead of asking him how he wanted it, I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander. He pulled a couple of beer bottles from his fridge and offered me one. “Ma’am, may I sit down? The guy obviously worked out, as evidenced by his strong upper body and his nicely tapered waistline that couldn’t be hidden under his sport coat. He wanted it doggie and I obliged. I thought of the money in the kitchen drawer. ‘Dave’ looked disappointed; what did he think I’d wear—nothing? “May I kiss you?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart.”
Before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine, his hand was grabbing a tit, and his tongue was slithering into my mouth. I decided I did and turned on my cell phone and ran through the messages. I watched his thigh muscles tighten as he began to pump faster.
