Blinded By The Past
Crayvin
"Fucking hell," I groan, grabbing a fistful of long blonde hair and winding it between my fingers as I finish in her mouth.
I stare at the ceiling, exhaling as I come down from the euphoric state that the blonde has put me in after giving me head. Kelley, I think her name was? The girl I met last night at Jax's Bar looks up from her knees, gives me one more smirk, then wipes her lips. Normally after I get what I need from women, I give them some coffee or water and send them on their way with an Uber, but this blonde was persistent and wanted to make me cum one more time before she left.
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