“That’s it…baby…ride me, ride me harder, just like that.” Bobby looked up at the woman who was currently riding his dick like she was in the rodeo, his hands on her hips as he watched her tits bounce around. He met her down at the bar he was working at and those same tits are what caught, and sadly held, his interest. In fact, he couldn’t even recall her name; Jodi, Julie,…hell Jack. It started with a J but that’s all he could remember. Not that he hooked up with women to remember their Goddamn name, he hooked up to fuck and they knew that too. He was not, and hadn’t been, boyfriend material; that was the furthest thing from his mind. “God Bobby, you fucking feel so good, better than my…” She screamed as the door burst open to the room and a leather clad man stood in the doorway, looking like he was going to murder someone.
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