Hunched over her stallion, thighs and ass tight in explosive frenetic action, she began to ride him hard like a demon obsessed jockey trying to make it first to the finish line. Whores do it for money. Anal sex “Why…?” She was pleading for an answer. He closed and locked her door. She focused on what Reggie had said as she increasing gyrated to the beat, and soon Laurel found herself imagining herself as an exotic dancer. Her grabbed her tits like the handle bars of a bike and pulled them taunt to the sides. He was doing this to her and she didn’t know how to find it within herself to resist, to fight back. “Hi, its Reggie the computer guy just checking to see how my program was working out.”
“Fine …thanks for asking although you didn’t need to come over.” She saw no reason to let him in, but after a brief moment of silence, her natural desire to be courteous stepped up and she buzzed the entrance.
