The Lust Journal
Lula spread my cheeks, spat on my asshole.
Dax didn’t wait (lined up and slammed into my pussy once, then pulled out and took my ass, no prep, just spit and cum).
“Count the money,” he growled. “Every thrust ten grand.”
I screamed, clawed paint, took it.
“Fifty… sixty… fuck, Dax, harder—”
Lula slid under me on the hood, legs open, cunt in my face.
I ate her like I was dying while Dax wrecked my ass, hands bruising my hips, cock splitting me.
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