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MOTEL LOVE FOR HIRE

Tap, tap, tap there is a knocking on my motel door, there stands my call girl, I ordered me a whore
 
She steps in we say hello, she asks me cash or card, I say whatever's easiest, as I feel my cock grow hard
 
She takes cash and puts it In her purse, she slides off her slinky dress, I tell it's my first time, she smiles as I confess
 
She takes me gently by the hand, she leads me to the bed, she pulls out my rampant hard on and starts to give me head
 
Her tongue dances around my tip, her hands have awesome skill, cupping my balls and rolling them, she really new her drill
 
I was laying naked, she was above me wearing lace, she undid her lacy bra her tits were in my face
 
I played with her massive tits to me they were a treat, she had such massive nipples, they looked to good to eat
 
Then she rose above me, her cunt was in my mouth, I could tell by her accent she came from way down South
 
Her taste was so lovely, it tasted fresh and new, which kinda took me by surprise considering what you do.
 
I knew I certainly weren't the first from her shaven cunt to sip, but she made me feel like my tongue was the first, to take a magic dip
 
Licking her for all I was worth, she gave out little moans, I think she was faking it, like the girls do on the phone
 
Then she slid onto my cock, she slowly began to ride, slowly grinding deeper, further in I slide
 
Soon she picks up pace, she tosses back her head, beautiful skin like fresh poured milk, her hair a blazing Red.
 
I can feel myself coming, she could feel it too, she got on her knees in front of me, I knew what I must do
 
With a few sharp tugs, my load was shot, my seed was on her tits, I pointed to the bathroom, so she could clean her bits.
 
She returned in a silky gown, she climbed into my bed, she laid herself upon my chest as I stroked her pretty head.
 
I said to her I love you, how much I loved date night, no matter what fantasy I dream up, she always got it right.
 
Ron
Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
Published | Edited 12th May 2020
Author's Note
Fun, love date night
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