Tracy had oral skills.

That's what it said on her resume.

She swore like a trooper.

And...

'Fuck me.'

They weren't shy that part of the world and the sheep were nervous.

How could I resist?

'I'm told by Botox Lips that you are adorable.'

I'm not sure if the dieting was working, but women were crawling to my feet.

All they wanted to do was exchange saliva and not only spread love but some good old fashioned corona.

I had been playing roulette for years.

The table always wins.

'Fuck me.'

Tracy wasn't giving up that easy.

How about you suck me off and swallow?

'Fuck me.'

Her programming was going all screwy on me.

From my experience,  the more unhinged the whore, the more fun you'd have in the sack.

But there was no guarantee she wouldn't knife your kidneys half way threw a session.

Or worse still, bight your cock off while going down on you.

'Don't give me ideas,' said Tracy, who suggested we hit the hot springs.

'Closed since COVID, so only you and me and the deep blue sky,' she added.

A fucked missed is a fucked missed.

'And this time your number could be up,' she said, as I rolled the dice.


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