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“You’re always fighting me, you know I love that!” he chuckled. I giggled, leaning forward pressing my head into the pillow. Totally stuffed, I moved my hips backwards as he fucked me. Thrusting deeper and deeper in my pussy. I moaned aloud, holding myself up, legs parted.
He was so faded and so was I, so the sex felt very intense and passionate. I didn’t care, I was still angry. My day was spent on my knees and I had nothing to show for it.
We entered the home, a very nice standard suburban home. I was ushered to the kitchen where two men stood. One smoking a cigar and the both of them drinking. Both men were surely older in age and I was only wearing a bikini, his request. We all had drinks and shared conversation by the backyard pool.
He motioned for me to come with him and so I did. In the kitchen he told me those two men were really set financially and they wanted me so they would pay to fuck. Not together but apart. Taking turns. He set the date.