“Darceline. …” he whispered to his bathroom mirror, wrapping the towel around his waist and going to get dressed. Anal sex He smiled to himself, glad his parents were out at some charity function. She let out a depressed sigh, knowing her night was nowhere near over. He smiled to himself, glad his parents were out at some charity function. ——————————————
Darceline sat on the porch at 8:57, waiting for Jeremy to show up. “Fuck off!” she growled, not looking at his face. “Get on the bed, bend over on your hands and knees in front of the mirror,” Jeremy directed, “and make it snappy.”
Darceline quickly complied, and as soon as she did, she felt her pimp’s cock line up with her dry little puss. The woman inside looked to be in her early thirties, and was wearing a pantsuit, her hair back in a severe ponytail. He started the car, and began the drive home…
