Matt jumped into his Focus RS and headed off towards the motorway. In his mind, he was pretty much over the events of 10 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.



It was in that very chair she’d first formed the group, his name was Stephen. This particular occasion had happened by chance only that day and she was intrigued by him, no more no less. She just wanted to know what he had to offer.



His cock was a little under 6? and he wasn’t overly endowed with girth, but boy could he come. She only sucked that cock for less than 3 minutes before it was all over, but when he came, she choked on the sheer volume of cum that hit the back of her throat! She wasn’t expecting it at all, but loved it; Lap it up she did and the taste was sensational. For that reason, she tried to see him at least once a week or so, depending on his schedule.



Matthew Tighe, on the other hand, was a beast! He was dominant and, best of all, he was within minutes of arriving.



She knew exactly what to expect and knew she’d be sore in the morning.



A bright orange Ford Focus RS pulled onto the driveway.

It was showtime!