Matt jumped into his Focus RS and headed off towards the motorway. In his mind, he was pretty much over the events of 18 minutes ago.
Yes, Keeley had stopped him trying to fuck her, but his objective was to wear her down a little more with an over-the-top rejection act after each occurrence. He knew it would happen soon enough.
With that thought, he picked up the phone.
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“Hey gorgeous, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“You’ve got 30 minutes to prep, cleanse, do your hair, change the sheets, all the shit you like to do before I come over there and ram my cock down your throat”
Matt hung up the phone.
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Amelia Johnson was somewhat of a naughty girl. Why? She made no secret, to her select group of friends, that she was there for their pleasure.
It was almost midnight, but the time didn’t matter to her. If somebody wanted to fulfil their needs, and hers, she was always the willing participant.
She craved the attention her friends loved to give her and she could not get enough. She spent the next 25 minutes having a shower, shaving her pussy until baby smooth and applying a little make-up before sitting down in the chair next to the bay window and keeping watch.