I dropped my jeans. I spat on her bald twat and rubbed it with my free hand, then manouvred into position. Sex In a sense, I’m a sex worker. The girls sometimes hired me as well, for themselves, for their friends – or their enemies. Read 43467 times |
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She tried to crawl over the back of the sofa, but I grabbed her ankle with one hand and pulled her back, roughly. Saliva was being drawn from her mouth with every pump of my dick, running in rivulets down her chin and neck and dripping onto her chest and nightie. Her pussy was tight and her tits firm and round. I knew the drill. She pushed me back onto a chair and mounted my cock. She was only 19, I thought. Without taking my cock from her mouth, I straightened Marianne out, pinned her wrists behind her head, and fucked her beautiful face some more. “Please, no. An hour later, after a short drive home to drop off my earnings, I pulled up outside Marianne’s.
