Wakes up to see all his things are stolen

He woke with a start, his body sticky with sweat and cum, to find that the trailer park slut had disappeared. The room was eerily quiet except for the distant sound of the tv. Panic began to set in as he sat up and looked around. His wallet, phone, watch, and even his shoes were gone. The bitch had robbed him while he was passed out.

With a growl of anger, he stumbled out of the bed, his legs still shaky from the intense fucking. He stumbled out of the trailer, his mind racing with thoughts of what he was going to do. His car was parked in front of the motel office, but the keys were missing. The fat, lazy husband was nowhere to be seen, probably off indulging in his own vices.

He made his way to the mobile home attached to the motel, his bare feet sticking to the sticky floor. The door was unlocked, and he barged in, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of his stolen goods. The place was a mess, with dirty dishes piled up in the sink and a stale smell of cigarettes hanging in the air. The fat husband was sitting at the kitchen table, his pants around his ankles with his wife mouth deep on his cock.

The husband looked up, his eyes widening in surprise and fear. The wife pulled off his cock with a pop, her mouth full of spit and precum.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He roared, trying to cover his nakedness with a stained shirt.

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