Two weeks passed by fast, and my dick plus my dumb choices pulled me two ways. Cara’s freeze melted after that phone mess, I charmed her with a late-night fuck in her office, bent her over the desk, and she gripped the phone cord like a leash. “No more side chicks,” she growled, slammed back onto me, and her ass jiggled with every thrust. I promised, lied right to her face and pounded her till she squirted on the desk, screaming my name like she owned me.Next morning, deposit hit, fifteen grand with a winky emoji. “Behave, boy.” I was back in her world, but Lana? She was the drug I couldn’t quit. I used Cara’s cash to treat Lana right, private chef in her loft one night, oysters and champagne, and she stripped slow on the rug with her pussy shining under candles. “How’d you pay for this?” she asked, straddled me reverse, and sank down with a gasp.“Side gig,” I grunted, with my hands on her hips, watched her ass bounce as she rode me. Truthfully, Cara’s money paid for it all, her red
 Last Updated : 2025-10-15
Last Updated : 2025-10-15