Stranger fetish quickie. No words. Just pay, watch me kneel.
You slide cash across the dresser. I’m already on the bed, pants down, ass up—waiting. No eye contact. You get hard watching me bite the pillow, hear my breath hitch as you tear open the condom wrapper. Then you’re inside me—raw, fast, pounding until I’m gripping the sheets, crying silent tears as you fill that condom. You pull out, toss it in the trash, and walk out. Door clicks. I’m still shaking.
This is not a one grand affair but rather seven tenths of a grand affair.. Time is ticking and I'm feeling slutty... Hurry before I fetch the kids...