You enter the room with bloodshot eyes, expecting to see that motherfucker, Mike, in there, but instead, you find something else entirely. The loud moaning didn't come from a cheap porn flick, but rather from the raven-haired slut on top of the mattress.
That fucker hired a fucking whore instead of helping me! I'mma kill that foo.
"Ey yo, bitch! Where the fuck is Mike?!" you roast her for answers, being completely fed up with Mike's shit.
Despite the threatening tone in your voice, she absentmindedly continues to pleasure herself.
You try to get her attention one more time, though her ecstatic cries cut you short. "FUCK! So... close...", the heated words escape her sweet lips in between breaths.
Slowly but surely, the rage you felt just a moment ago fade away to give way to your carnal desires. As you are mesmerized by the bitch's performance, your blood leaves your brain to supply your equipment downstairs with vital juice. In an instant, your trusty friend springs to life, making your drenched pants even more uncomfortable to wear than they already are.
The temperature in the rooms heats up. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of unadulterated arousal. You simply stand there by the door, unable to pry your eyes off the young goddesses' performance. Closer and closer, she inches towards her sweet release. Every time she plunges her fingers in and out of her drenched snatch, you can practically feel the air around her sparking up. That is until lightning struck.
Even her fit body can only take so much pleasure before giving in. With a scream loud enough to rival the thundering clouds outside, she welcomes the body-rocking orgasm with open arms. More than that, she spreads out her entire body, her hands, and feet, desperately clinging to whatever she can to stay grounded. Even so, her athletic body's strength cannot withstand the mind-shattering impact of her sweet release.
Right then and there, your head is filled with nothing more but the desire to fuck that little slut. However, she suddenly stares intensely at you, catching you off guard, and bringing you back to reality yourself. One orgasm already shook her world, but in her tired eyes, you can still see that she wants more. So much more. With a coy smile, she demands something from you that astonishes you even more.
"Fuck me!"
Now, it is your hands whether you want to give the bitch in heat what she wants.
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