Philly Special

Jamaal texted Meadow, letting her know he'd be in Philly for an away game. His affair with Meadow was the only thing keeping him from being completely despondent, as his stat lines were mostly 'DNP - Coach's Decision' each night.

He found she was generally amenable to travel, and they met together about once or twice a week now. He felt bad for Elizabeth, but he couldn't stop it -- he needed an outlet, and she wasn't it.

They met at some anonymous motel on the outskirts of Philadelphia at 2 a.m. It was bitterly cold, but she was still barely dressed, her queen of spades tattoo out and proud. He kissed her roughly, wondering if she felt the same way he did ... like maybe they should drop everything and go somewhere far away, just the two of them.

She was supple and pliant, as always, her pierced tongue expertly working his cock to full mast, her hands lightly squeezing his ass, even kissing his feet to show her submission. He saw her website -- she filmed most of her encounters, but never with him. She mostly took it while riding, so she could control the action, or doggy, so she could focus on the next man to fuck, but for Jamaal, she let him take her missionary. They stared into each other's eyes, kissing each other hungrily, his big fat cock spreading out her oft-used sex, his balls slapping her assshole. He reached down between them, working her clit until she had a sticky, wet orgasm, and pounded all his frustrations and fears into her each time his monster cock impaled her. When he came in her, it felt like the world was them alone.