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Starla hard enough to leave a bright red mark on her creamy cheek. She grunted, groaned, then squirted again, her pleasure obviously blending with her pain and sending her over the edge.
“You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” Brad said, banging her twat.
“Mmm ... yeah, I’m so, SO naughty,” she groaned.
“Hmm ... I wonder how naughty?” Brad said, suddenly wanting more, and willing to run late to the airport to get it. “Are you ready to take it in your ass?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Starla screamed. “FUCK my ASS!”
Brad slid his cock from her cunt then shoved it into her pucker and started banging with fury. Starla moved her hand to her honey pot and started furiously rubbing her clit while Brad fucked her tightest hole.
“Ooohhhhh, oooohhh, oooohhh, oooohhh ... ” she grunted, cumming again. Brad’s cock pounded hard into her ass as she repeatedly moaned. Wanting to elasticize his pleasure, Brad kept himself from exploding. He was impressed with how long he was lasting, considering his throb when he entered the club.
“UUUUhhhh,” Brad grunted. “I’m gonna shoot my hot load into your tight ass. Are you ready to take it, you hot little stripper slut?”
He shoved himself deeper into Starla’s asshole as far as he could go, pounding relentlessly as she screamed in pleasure. “Yes, yes! Please, Mister, please cum in my ass!”
Brad dug his fingers into Starla’s skin, slammed his pelvis so hard against her he was sure she would bruise, then blasted through his grunting.
“Oh, yeah, there it is, I’m filling your hot ass with my sticky cum!”
As always, Starla came with him, squirting her own cum all over the floor of the private room.
“Mmmm ... ” they moaned together. Brad slowed to a stop and pulled himself out from inside her.
Starla was on the floor in a pile.
That was fucking awesome.
As usual, Brad offered to pay. And like always, Starla refused through her whimpers, shuddering on the floor. “See ya next time,” he said, tucking his dick back in his cum-soaked pants, then stepping out from the private room.
Twenty minutes later Brad was launching another shot of hot vanilla onto his shower tile as hot water blasted his back and he thought of Willow’s beautiful face, wondering if she would own a piece of his mind forever.
He missed having her deeper in his thoughts, he missed being able to reach out and touch her in his mind, no different than if she were actually there, swimming in his sheets.
It’s been seven months since I felt her. I wonder if she’s still alive?
Brad stepped out of the shower, dried himself with a towel, then quickly dressed while still thinking of Willow. She had been so respectful, the way she pulled away once she realized how much he loved Courtney. And yet, a part of him was still connected to her, and he couldn’t help but think of her, often, especially when banging nympho redheads.
And sometimes — more than he wanted to admit — when he was fucking Courtney.
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CHAPTER 3 — Courtney Grayson
Brad had been napping for a while, with his head rolled to a stop against the window, but had managed to not snore, which was slightly unusual when he was as deeply under as he seemed to be. Courtney watched him, trying to untangle her thoughts and figure out how she should feel.
He had nearly missed his flight, which pissed Courtney off, though no more than the other hundred things that he’d done to piss her off in the last week alone. She had packed their bags and gone into Division to deal with Cooper, leaving him with only one thing to do. And he’d barely done it. Yet, she let it go with only a single, semi-sarcastic barb. It was like she was barely herself, constantly making excuses for him, regardless of the circumstance.
She called him three times and got his voicemail each time. When he finally showed up at the airport, running toward the gate, his
“You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” Brad said, banging her twat.
“Mmm ... yeah, I’m so, SO naughty,” she groaned.
“Hmm ... I wonder how naughty?” Brad said, suddenly wanting more, and willing to run late to the airport to get it. “Are you ready to take it in your ass?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Starla screamed. “FUCK my ASS!”
Brad slid his cock from her cunt then shoved it into her pucker and started banging with fury. Starla moved her hand to her honey pot and started furiously rubbing her clit while Brad fucked her tightest hole.
“Ooohhhhh, oooohhh, oooohhh, oooohhh ... ” she grunted, cumming again. Brad’s cock pounded hard into her ass as she repeatedly moaned. Wanting to elasticize his pleasure, Brad kept himself from exploding. He was impressed with how long he was lasting, considering his throb when he entered the club.
“UUUUhhhh,” Brad grunted. “I’m gonna shoot my hot load into your tight ass. Are you ready to take it, you hot little stripper slut?”
He shoved himself deeper into Starla’s asshole as far as he could go, pounding relentlessly as she screamed in pleasure. “Yes, yes! Please, Mister, please cum in my ass!”
Brad dug his fingers into Starla’s skin, slammed his pelvis so hard against her he was sure she would bruise, then blasted through his grunting.
“Oh, yeah, there it is, I’m filling your hot ass with my sticky cum!”
As always, Starla came with him, squirting her own cum all over the floor of the private room.
“Mmmm ... ” they moaned together. Brad slowed to a stop and pulled himself out from inside her.
Starla was on the floor in a pile.
That was fucking awesome.
As usual, Brad offered to pay. And like always, Starla refused through her whimpers, shuddering on the floor. “See ya next time,” he said, tucking his dick back in his cum-soaked pants, then stepping out from the private room.
Twenty minutes later Brad was launching another shot of hot vanilla onto his shower tile as hot water blasted his back and he thought of Willow’s beautiful face, wondering if she would own a piece of his mind forever.
He missed having her deeper in his thoughts, he missed being able to reach out and touch her in his mind, no different than if she were actually there, swimming in his sheets.
It’s been seven months since I felt her. I wonder if she’s still alive?
Brad stepped out of the shower, dried himself with a towel, then quickly dressed while still thinking of Willow. She had been so respectful, the way she pulled away once she realized how much he loved Courtney. And yet, a part of him was still connected to her, and he couldn’t help but think of her, often, especially when banging nympho redheads.
And sometimes — more than he wanted to admit — when he was fucking Courtney.
XXX
CHAPTER 3 — Courtney Grayson
Brad had been napping for a while, with his head rolled to a stop against the window, but had managed to not snore, which was slightly unusual when he was as deeply under as he seemed to be. Courtney watched him, trying to untangle her thoughts and figure out how she should feel.
He had nearly missed his flight, which pissed Courtney off, though no more than the other hundred things that he’d done to piss her off in the last week alone. She had packed their bags and gone into Division to deal with Cooper, leaving him with only one thing to do. And he’d barely done it. Yet, she let it go with only a single, semi-sarcastic barb. It was like she was barely herself, constantly making excuses for him, regardless of the circumstance.
She called him three times and got his voicemail each time. When he finally showed up at the airport, running toward the gate, his
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