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Carrie practically drags you to the car. As you turn the ignition she unzips your pants. As you pull out, she pulls you out and swallows you.

“Fuck!”

You manage to keep your eyes on the road and not hit anything. You are easily cruising at twenty miles over the speed limit.

As you pull into a tight spot you cum. Carrie swallows it greedily. She pulls you out of the car.

“Hope you saved some, I want you in my ass.”

You go inside and she rips your pants off. Somewhere she’s gotten some lube, which she is liberally applying to your hardening cock.

She wiggles her ass in front of you. Your cock breaches her hole and you push in slowly to her moans of pleasure. Soon you are sliding in and out.

“Fuck my ass!”

You grind away for as long as you can. You cum.

“Fuck!”

You crash. Carrie seems to have lost interest in cuddling. She grins at you.

“Maybe another round in an hour?”

You nod. Shortly after she leaves you slip into sleep.

You have the strangest dream. You are tied down on some kind of altar. A dozen or so scantily clad women with purple lipstick surround you. Your cock is being stroked. You look down to see a grinning Carrie. Her eyes are demonic, slitted red.

You wake up. You hear the shower. Carrie steps out, her lips still purple from last night.

“I was going to let you sleep, lover. You were pretty tired after last night.”

“You could have woken me.”

She laughs. “I want you well rested for round two. I’m taking the car.”

She dresses quickly, and exits the apartment,

“Off to work!”

She leaves you alone. Once again you grow curious where she works.