I saw Brenda pull out her phone and start taking pictures of me. You can’t look hot as fuck, without having a girl’s name.”
“I guess not,” I responded looking back at her mirror to admire her work. “We need to talk.” Is all Brenda had to say, and she was right. Chad was moaning like crazy, and he announced he was going to cum soon. I laid down and she straddled my leg that was on the bed. I’m about to cum.” Brenda gave a quick look around, and had none. It was bigger than the guy from earlier, and his balls hung low, his legs spread. Two-hundred dollars for about an hour’s worth of work in one day, ain’t too bad, eh?” she said giving me a little wink and elbow nudge. I was afraid I would fart or worse, shit. We were completely covered by the time he was spent. I was still on my knees, her dress covered in cum—a distant look on my face. She first pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, “put these on,” she ordered. After she got her self situated, she pointed to the bed. Brenda came back in her room. Chad gave a long whistle. She gave one last lick, and spit on my asshole.
