Tending To Mrs. Albert’s Motoring Needs

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“Five hundred dollars? No fucking way!”

So this is how the week is gonna start. I try to explain about riding the brakes, but she ain’t listening.

“Listen, you thieving dyke, do I look blond-cunt stupid?”

Enough. I sweep the bench clear and dump her on top.

“Told you not to call me that, bitch!” I hiss. I yank up her skirt and invade her skimpy black panties.

Two fingers buried deep and she’s cumming “YES! YES! YES!” hard.

Check in hand, I watch her drive away.

Thieving. Third time this month.

Beginning to think she’s doing it on purpose.

 

Published 4 years ago

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