Her middle finger of her right hand swirled around her nipple, making it stand up, firm and perky. Anal sex Michael smirked a little, imagining what his parents would say if he brought Darceline home and presented her as his girlfriend. Michael woke up in a daze, confused by his surroundings for a moment. She quickly dumped a can on corned beef hash into a pan, frying it up on the dirty stove of the roach apartment she stayed in with Jeremy. “Maria, I’d like dinner now. A nice lean steak and some macaroni salad, with a super baked potato, sour cream and all that. Michael wondered if she’d ever blow him, or let him titfuck her, because she was supposed to do everything he asked. “Make me some more money tonight, Darcy.”
She tripped as she jumped out of the car, and watched Jeremy drive off, speeding. “W-w-want to g-go to my h-house to fix that u-up?” Michael stuttered, staring into Darceline’s eyes. They’d probably disown him, or have heart-attacks. He started the car, and began the drive home… “Go ride out your high, slut, you have a few hours
