An Escort for A Billionaire
Stacey was my wife, and I wouldn’t want another woman.
“Tom, why are you silent? Run it faster, please. I can’t hold it anymore,” she said.
I woke up from my madness for a moment and I rushed to move my cock quickly into her vagina until a long moan escaped our lips. Occasionally, my hand squeezed her large breasts to make Stacey scream.
“Fuck! I like it, Tom,” she said.
“Put it deeper, Tom,” she said again.
Sometimes I felt out of place with Stacey. She often swore, and she was harsh to Deasy. And strangely, even though I defended Deasy from her mother’s poor treatment, she remained silent and did not respond well to all that I had done for her.
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