Thrust.
Ahg!
Thrust.
Ogh!
The blonde screeches loud enough to pierce my eardrums beneath me and I grip her hair just a
little tighter in an effort to make her shut up.
She's already c*m three times, but that doesn't mean I have. Her front slams against the bar
counter and I drive myself into her again and again.
Sex for pleasure is an old memory. These girls just don't do it for me. Fake blonde hair. Easy.
Desperate. This is solely for the workout now.
My gentleman's club is empty considering how early it is. Seven am. Yep. I need to get some
exercise before I start my first day of teaching. I hate the gym. Don't have time for it, but sex... I
can do this anytime and get an even better workout.
I usually f**k at least two girls a day, sometimes three. Maybe four. Every no
