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Forced into damnationShe could see the outline of his cock, raising the loose material from inside and pushing it away from the front of his body. She shrugged mentally. So what if he isn't a glamour boy, she thought. Fuck 'em and forget 'em. That's the name of the game. She watched the silly shorts slide down over his chubby white legs, freeing his stiff cock from their confinement. Although he was nude, he made no move to approach the bed. Connie knew his type. They thought, that their ten bucks bought the whole night. Didn't any of them realize that shs had more important things to do than lie around some cheap Eighth Avenue hotel room sprawling nakedly on a spongy mattress while the johns took their time, getting their kicks by looking? "Come on, hon," she said, her voice taking on a falsely seductive tone. "Your big beautiful cock is turning me on. Don't keep me waiting." She saw the john's face break into a smile in response to the "whore's lie". Poor bastard, she thought. He's so starved for female company that he'll believe any shit I sling at him. "My goodness," she said. "What a big dick you have I haven't seen a cock like that in weeks ...» |
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