xxx-xxx-5252 (Brenda Allen)

The number looks vaguely familiar so you decide to answer.

"Hello?"

"David, it's Brenda. Thank god I got a hold of you. I can't stop thinking about you fucking me earlier today. I need you inside me again. I want you to fill me with your cum."

You're actually a little surprised by the call, thinking that after she had time to come down from her orgasm, she might start to regret what happened and rethink things. That's apparently not the case and your dick begins to stir thinking about fucking your girlfriend's mom one more time.

"What did you have in mind Brenda? We can't do it at your place again and Tia has a key to my place. She could show up at either place and catch us."

"I've got us a hotel room, the Marriot over on Main St. Room #233. Meet me there in 15 minutes."

"I'll see you there." you say, disconnecting the call. You turn your car around and head to the hotel, breaking some speed limits along the way as you think about all the things you want to do to Brenda. Parking your car, you jog into the hotel and make your way to the room. Your nearly fully erect cock strains against your pants as you knock on the door.