What's next?
Funs Over
Your erection quickly shrivels away as she dresses, and you figure the opportunity is gone. As she leaves you tuck yourself into bed, dreaming of her milfy thighs and fat cock. In the morning you gather your things and head downstairs, preparing to say good morning to her. The early patrons snicker about how little time she took in your room. You decide to leave instead.
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