She came over anyway.
Justice showed up at my door past midnight. Called at 10, told her not to come over. Yet here she is, in a jean miniskirt, already stripping. So, I fucked her. Unwillingly, mind you. I didn't want to, but she was going to get her money anyway. At least make her work for it. She kept hurrying me, which makes it harder to cum. She doesn't want to outright say it, but she's fucking her driver. Some Puerto Rican that gets high with her. Apparently her new running partner. She says he has a girlfriend.
He fucks you, right?
Yeah, but we're not together!
This is women logic. We had this conversation as I was fucking her. Whatever, I blew my load in her, because that upsets her. She doesn't want to smell when she fucks him after me. She actually told me this. Then she complained because she wanted more that the 80 I usually give her. She said it's not worth it. I said don't fuck me then. She didn't have a response. She knows she's getting older. She knows I'm not happy with her. I'm at the point where I just stay away from her. Of course, I'm gonna fuck her if she does yup at my door like this, but I want something better than this.




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