It was Saturday morning, Cassandra was barely awake, she hadn’t even had breakfast, and some strange dude had already torn open her favorite sweatpants and started fucking her cunt.
Sure, she was dripping wet and ready, she was always dripping wet and ready, she just wished he’d shown up after her first cup of coffee.
“Man! This open holes policy at these apartments is great!” he said.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sure… Hey, could you fuck me in the kitchen so I can get some coffee? Maybe?” she asked.
“Sure thing, slut!” he said and lifted her up, keeping her cunt impaled on his cock while he carried her into the kitchen.
“At least I get a free ride to the kitchen,” she thought and giggled a little.
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