I heard the door lock, some shuffling around and then a cock poked through the wall, bumping against my leg. “Ohhhhh. Desi sex …God!” he moaned as he jammed it in my mouth again. I can’t… One of them had glasses. “Wait!” I shouted, taking my mouth off his cock, “Don’t get off yet! *need* to be a slutty whore. I’m struggling to understand what is going on in my head. There was a couple, probably in their early 50s that posted almost every day, trying to get a girl, apparently anything with a vagina, to meet them at some dumpy motel out on the far west side. I get it now. ‘I’m on my way. intoxicating. His cock was of about average size, judging by the pictures in the other ads. I felt his warm liquid filling my pussy. I wanted to swallow every last drop.
