A Saturday night, a stranger’s pussy covering your face and her lips wrapped around your cock while you listen to jazz and let the thousand tiny pains of the week melt away. There really wasn’t a better way for Rob to relax, at least there wasn’t one he’d found.
Crysta’s arched back ached, her mouth stretched painfully around his thick cock, and she wondered if he planned to keep her the whole weekend. She’d never met him before, but he’d picked her up while she was trying to cross an intersection to get to the library.
“Guess my quiet weekend reading is shot, but on the upside, dick! Right?!”
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