Cheap phone sex, cheap whore, cheap motel room; that’s my lifestyle if you add in cheap crack, too. He picked me up from the corner of Eighth and Market, right off of the PATCO line. His car was nice, but I was fairly close to the hospital. I was all slutted out, and his cock was already out as I climbed in his Jaguar. He took off towards Kensington, steering with one hand and slamming my mouth down over his huge cock with the other. I was helpless, but my wet cunt told me I was loving every second of choking on him. He pulled up to the valet, not letting me stop.
They brought out a luggage cart which he sat me on, telling me to keep face fucking his cock as he wheeled us up to the room.I get a lot of fucking freaks on my cheap phone chat site, but this hot honey was going to take the cake. I’ve never been forced to deep throat a dick while riding on a cart through a hotel. People stared, but I kept sucking like my life depended on it. When we got in the elevator, he grabbed my throat and that’s when I knew I was in trouble.
I had soaked my panties by the time we got in the door. He forced me to keep taking a throat fucking before finally picking me up and pinning me against the wall. He fucked me so damn hard we knocked the pictures and the mirror down, but he didn’t stop. He fucked me and fucked me for hours, until I was a crying puddle of cum and sweat. When he finally came, it was all over my face. He left me six Ben Franklins, lying there covered in cum.
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