The Lust Journal
she asked, straddled me reverse, and sank down with a gasp.
“Side gig,” I grunted, with my hands on her hips, watched her ass bounce as she rode me. Truthfully, Cara’s money paid for it all, her red lipstick marks hid under my collar. Lana came twice that night, once grinding on my face, thighs all slick; and once with me behind her on all fours, pulling her hair while she begged for deeper. No orders, just raw flow, her pussy fluttered, milked my cum as I filled the condom, and we collapsed in a sweaty pile.
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