Chilling with Roger

She parked the car, and followed Roger inside her condo. It was still barely used. The old homeless man finished his malt liquor, tossing it into the trash can before he settled down on the couch.

"Man, this air conditioning is great," Roger said, stretching out. Carrie sat beside him, leaning in for a soft kiss. She was used to his scent now. His feel. His taste. It wasn't great, but her pussy wasn't complaining. She reached down, undoing Roger's tattered trousers.

"I'll tell you what else is great," Carrie said, smiling impishly as she pulled out Roger's cock. He smiled, missing a couple of teeth. Carrie would have to get him to the dentist one day, she thought. She pursed her lips at the tip of Roger's cock, then smoothly enveloped it.

"Oh fuck," Roger said hoarsely as the young hooker starting to suck his cock. "This is the life."

He let Carrie do what she did best, expertly blowing him, even sucking his balls and eating his ass. His eyes rolled back when she deepthroated him, taking his seven and a half inches all the way to the base and holding her throat there, just milking him until he blew a thick load.

When she swallowed it all, she snuggled up to him.

"You want to watch a movie? Or get some dinner? Or a shower? Or some pussy?"

"How about all four?" They both laughed.