Her legs were spread slightly, her shaved pussy lips parted. It had been about 10 minutes since she last made a sound or responded to my thrusting. I slipped the cotton gardening gloves off her hands and bagged them. I placed the condom and its wrapper into a zip-lock baggie and put it in the backpack. Her mouth was open, just a rasping sound escaping as she struggled for air. Asking me to drop off packages, or make pick ups at the Greyhound station for her. I made us some drinks. I made us some drinks. Her legs were spread slightly, her shaved pussy lips parted. His prints and DNA were all over the place, his truck was full of drugs and his gun was a violation of his parole. I moved one gloved hand to her neck and squeezed. She had seen one of my fake profiles on Tinder and commented on my dick pics. I hadn’t planned on fucking her the night I took care of her; but the idea of dispatching her with my cock inside her was irresistible, but risky. His prints and DNA were all over the place, his truck was full of drugs and his gun was a violation of his parole.
