Late Night at the Motel

Elizabeth woke up early, slightly disoriented. She wasn't in her own bed. That's right -- Jordan wanted to go to Atlanta to play ball with his friends, and she'd volunteered to go with him and keep him company. They were staying in a ratty no-tell motel, and they'd fallen asleep in a post-coitus 69.

She listened to him, snoring against her thigh. He was ideal, really. Gregarious, hung, muscular. It was easy to see why he was the only man to top Monique. If Elizabeth wasn't loathe to disrupt the fluid dynamic they had in their household, she'd want to marry Jordan. She planted a soft kiss on his perineum, letting her tongue snake out to caress his asshole. He snorted, his cock growing slightly. Elizabeth grinned. He was insatiable.

She thought of Dana. She was in LA right now, getting her vagina. She'd been so gung ho on transitioning, and Elizabeth was still surprised to think of the blonde bimbo as her ex-husband.

She shook her head, gently taking Jordan's cock into her hand, and focusing on rimming Jordan. She needed an early start if she was going to be satisfied before the games started.