Luke Butterbean rips open Sunny’s envelope and reads it twice, balls tightening fast. "Fuck me," he mutters, hard already—he’s grabbing the next train west and hauling his woman home by the ass if he has to. Mile after mile he pictures her bare tits bouncing, that juicy cunt he’s been dreaming about, tongue and cock both ready for it. But less than a hundred clicks behind her rides Marlene Thornbush, pissed, wet, and itching for a taste too.
Luke Butterbean rips open Sunny’s envelope and reads it twice, balls tightening fast. "Fuck me," he mutters, hard already—he’s grabbing the next train west and hauling his woman home by the ass if he has to. Mile after mile he pictures her bare tits bouncing, that juicy cunt he’s been dreaming about, tongue and cock both ready for it. But less than a hundred clicks behind her rides Marlene Thornbush, pissed, wet, and itching for a taste too.
