She’d dumped him; seriously, pneumatic blonds from fucking accounts count. Glammed up, Sarah needed a man-free cocktail. The leather dyke was empathetic, flirtatious… packing.
Back in Sarah’s apartment, the BBC strappy took her, animalistic relentless fucking. Being used liquified her gaping cunt. A first; monster multiple cums had wracked and wrecked her.
“Food?” Sarah eventually whimpered.
The dyke’s hand slid lasciviously along the gooey girl-cock, “Energize, then fuck again.”
Steaks sizzling, she pondered accompanying vegetables.
Sarah’s mobile pinged; her ex’s stiff dick-pic, the prick adding, “Missing this!”
“Of course,” she whispered, texted; then grabbed the baby carrots from the fridge.
