Hrrrgghh!!” He groaned and pumped his huge member in and out of my suffering pussy! I’d been gone for less than two hours. I gagged then and pulled back. “What are you doing?”
“Treating you right, Bitch.” Holding me down with his right hand, his left arm flew and and down. My purse lay on the floor. Then he threw the phone at me! CRACK! I could feel myself starting to black out when he scooted back on the bed, pulling his shaft out of my face. Heavy slaps of crotch on crotch sounded through the cheap motel room. I tapped a speed dial. I hugged him as gently as he fucked me. I dashed down the catwalk. I froze. Our bodies rocked back and forth for what seemed like a few minutes but had been much longer. I felt empty, worthless, useful only to those who took what they wanted from my skin sack of dead meat. “I don’t hate it, but now you owe me, you sneaky slut.” He hunched his hips upward and sank nearly half of his cock up my fuck chute. However, the man didn’t know or care about how well he cleaned his groin.
