Just when you think you can rub one out.
I should have known better. It was getting late. I used my fuck toy. Twice! The fake pussy and the internet is quite the combo. Then... The knock at the door. Justice comes upstairs. Goes out onto the porch. Smokes her crack. Goes into the bathroom. Shoots up. I tell her I don't want to fuck. She asks for $60.
You see, in every transactional relationship, there is always a transaction. Between justice and the cousin, I don't have much time or spunk for other girls. These two charge a lot (for my budget) and insist on fucking me dry.
Her friend is going through a hard time with her dirtbag boyfriend. Surprise surprise. He left her for the girl they were pimping out of their place. They were given a place to stay by the state, but are now losing it for some reason. So, I'm guessing back to her tent. Who knows. Justice was talking about having her grind come here for the night. I had already fucked this friend on two or three occasions. Justice serious be on the porch, and her friend would ask if it was ok to fuck me. This girl's dirtbag boyfriend was in a rehab at the time and she needed the money. So, I would happily drop loads in her.
I don't know what will happen later tonight. I don't want anything to happen. Maybe tomorrow. We'll see, I suppose. Right now, I have to deal with a junkie in my bathroom.
Okay, she came out after she was done. Took off her shorts, and went outside to smoke a cigarette in her underwear. I say next to her, and after a bit of touching, I got a chubby, and we fucked outside on the bench. Ski, that makes three pops for me today. I will be ignoring all phone calls and texts for at least a couple days.
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