Chapter Seventeen
At half-past eight in the evening, Robin Miranda paid the first installment. She had sucked off Randy at the office, f****d him in the van and sent him home drained. On the living room floor, legs levered above her head and her t**s looking like two purple melons on steroids, Randy’s father was banging her brains out with the ferocity of stampeding bull. Ernie had muscles on muscles, a buzz haircut, a crooked c**k and a hairy chest. Beneath him, Robin compared him to a great brown ape as she moaned, “Oh, Oh, Oh… Oh God, f**k my ass harder—please, Ernie?”
Ernie had never been a talker, and he didn’t waste time. He f****d faster. Spending time gave his wife, Hilda, Randy’s ice queen mother time to escape, and wasting time had cost him the opportunity to f**k Shawn’s sexy
