Crusty

Two years ago…

Greg left Mila. Booked a motel on the highway. Old. Crummy. Crusty. That was the way he felt. Crusty!

He was a coward. He let Nadia become a stupid whore. He let himself become a murderer. But it wasn’t his fault. He was the victim. They made me do it!

All he wanted was to live out a fantasy. Netorase. Once. Just once. But Nadia was too much of a slut to hold back. She cheated on him with Mark – then started with that Black man…

Greg was hard just thinking about a big black dick pounding his wife. His wife. They technically hadn’t signed any divorce papers.

Mila had been amazing. But he wanted Nadia. Been together since high school. Heart aching. Fuck…

The door kicked down. It was Dmitri – black moustache, buzz cut, and fighting frame. Greg nearly pissed himself – crouched in the corner.

“Are you in or out?” Dmitri said. Ready to gut him like a pig. Regardless of the answer. But Victor had plans for him.

Greg nodded. Willingly going with the devil. Back to hell. He belonged there… But so did Nadia!