I can see her bills on the kitchen table and an empty bottle of wine on the counter. I can see the tears running down her face from her closed eyes. xxx I can feel my balls tightening and know it won’t be much longer. I park my car a few houses down from her nice two-story townhouse and step out. I grab her hips and shove my cock inside her velvet pussy in one thrust. “Ahh…well he was a douche anyway.”
After a long pause she turns and kisses me deeply. I throw back the covers and see her sexy pink and purple butterfly tattoo above her smooth 24-year-old ass. It is March and still cold in Chicago.
