I didn’t pause to admire the fires that danced before the beige, stone walls of the hotel’s exterior; I only had eyes for my brunette wife standing awkwardly in the hotel lobby. XXX Hot Jacob looked stunned, horrified. “Just run them over!”
The bodyguard driving—a sultry, Latina whose silver choker named her 43—gave me a peculiar look, but ignored my command. Our lips met, and we kissed each other around his cock. Leah was hurting, hiding behind her party-girl slut act and pretending to be a blonde again—I needed to find out why. She shoved a finger roughly inside me, her thumb pressing hard on my clit. I probably did.
