Rendezvous in Chicago Chapter 2
Jill Miller's eyes fluttered open, while she struggled to understand her surroundings. She lay naked in the middle of a king size bed with a sheet partially covering her sexy torso. She could hear water running in a bath tub. Her pussy felt well used and the residue of having been fucked still seeped from her vagina, with some remnants having dried on her upper thighs. The smell of lavender permeated the air as long shadows were cast across the room. “Oh my God,” she remembered. Everything was...