“Oh, no, George Fairchild. “Shade Palm Motel” The rusted sign said. Sex vedio “You’ll get use to it.” The aging stranger looked up from my reddened tits. He strode up to me like a park ranger. I writhed from the mixed sensations, irritation to partial pleasure. “I won’t.” I cringed while trying to muster defiance. “He’s lying!” She plainly lied. My thighs landed on his right thigh.”Hey!”
“Hey you, Lady. Of course, the unfamiliar motel number was sent straight to voicemail. Perhaps I could tame it by grasping it firmly. Snot soaked into the frayed cotton. I pulled off my blouse and bra, letting them fall where they may. His fat prick slopped out of me. I stood and shuffled towards the bathroom. I had to sink to my knees so the handset could reach my head. Then he slammed his pecker all the way back in. “Now what are we going to do about these?”
I closed my eyes. It was black leather, and the buckle was a gold plated steel loop. “No.”
He halted and spun around. “Gonna catch my wind, now. Like I said, I have fucked in years. He sneered and ignored me, pulling his shirt over his head and then unbuckling his belt. Except our fractious children lived there too.
