Your moma always taught you to show hospitality

Abruptly, I disengage to answer the door and whoever was banging on it for the past minute. What greets me was a stream of obscenities that came out of heavy-lipstick mouth that belonged full-bodied bodacious hot chick that. I zoned out as I check her up and down and languidly stroked my cock. If I say heavy-set, you might think disproportionate, but really she had a fine figure, an hour glass-shape. And, obviously, a fiery personality. At some point she realizes I didn’t give a fuck that we were loud and she loses some of her steam.

Pointed ignoring her complaints, I return to Debbie, who hadn’t quite recovered and pull her head to my sloppy cock, which she proceed to lap me at like a bitch. Satisfied with her efforts, I turn my head to our spectator. “We are fucking,” I explain, and then more sympathetically, “you can join us, you look a little over-stressed.”

“What?!”

“A good fuck could do you good. And I could fuck you good.” I advise over Debbie inveterate moans.

“You obnoxious asshole! Who the fuck are you?”

"John Doe" Now are you going to stand there or come in?
Then she surprises me. “Fuck it!”