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She smelled like vanilla and honey and felt like velvet. Her skin was soft and supple and she jiggled and bounced in all the right places. She introduced her self as Crimson, but Chris knew it was just some bullshit stripper name. She was a short Mexican girl, about 23. Her hair was a golden blonde as oppose to her natural black. Her eyes were painted with reddish eye shadow and her lashes were long and heavy, resembling butterfly wings when she batted them. Her lips...oh god her lips. Thick, juicy, pouty lips. They were bright red with a super glossy finish. Her tan was perfect, not a tan line anywhere. Which was a shame, because Chris kind of liked tan lines. She was slightly chubby and her tits were loose and full, hanging and swaying as she moved. She'd been sitting in Chris's lap for over an hour now.
Crimson was only wearing a very thin, flimsy, lycra g-string and a thigh high pair of fence-net stockings. The diamond pattern complimented her thick legs nicely. She could feel Chris's cock pressing against her pussy and every now and then she would grind herself against it. He was as hard as iron. She knew that fucking him would be like impaling her pussy on a railroad spike. Chris's hands were all over her, caressing and massaging her tits, gently tugging on her nipples, running his hands in between her thighs. He made sure not to do anything that would get him thrown out.
They had been talking for a while now, leaning in and talking close to each others' ears to counter the loud music. She let him keep rubbing her, squeezing her, caressing her. Now it was time for another dance.
Crimson straddled Chris, letting his cock press directly against her pussy. She ached to be naked with him inside of her.
As the music started, she began a slow grind back and forth. Chris gripped her hips and pulled her down on to his cock, pressing against the material of his slacks and her panties. She moaned. She d****d her hair over his head, hiding their faces from everyone. She slid her tongue into his mouth and suckled his lips. Chris kissed her back. She smelled like vanilla and honey, she tasted like butterscotch. She left with him.
They stumbled into the hotel room. She was naked quickly as she wasn't wearing much in the first place. Her eyes were lustful and she bit her lip, smiling as she stumbled backwards to the bed. Chris stripped and stood at the foot of the bed. She scooted forward and took Chris's cock into her mouth. She looked up at him. Chris noticed that she had an adorable beauty mark on her upper lip.
"Do you want to record us?" She asked as she sucked his cock.
Carrie was frothing at the mouth, gritting her teeth as she worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She was covered in sweat and pussy juice flooded from between her thighs. She was watching a home made porno her son had made for her with some random stripper he picked up the night before. She was working her favorite vibrator in and out, in and out, in and out. It was long and thick with 4 powerful motors inside of it. It had a thick bulbous head and a knobbly, nubbed shaft. She worked the vibrator fast and violently. With every heavy, rapid exhale, spittle and froth speckled onto her tits. The faster she worked the vibrator, the squishier and more drenched she became. Eventually, she was splashing onto her inner thighs, knees, and on her wrist.
Carrie knew the stripper. She'd spoken with her before at the club. Crimson was a slut. She dressed like a slut, danced like a slut, spoke like a slut, and fucked like a slut. She had an incredible pussy. It tasted amazing and was silky smooth. Even when she didn't shave, which was rare, it felt like velvet.
Crimson fucked for money, or just fucked for fun if she liked you. Chris was getting it for free. Crimson was no stranger to being gang fucked. Many, many nights had ended with her submerged under a pile of men, a cock in every hole and in both hands. Even though she was 5'5", her chubby body was able to handle being pounded by 700lbs worth of men at the same time. She loved being pinned down and used, the money was just a perk. Another perk was that she loved cheating on her husband. She loved having this dirty secret. He knew she was a dancer and he knew she did private shows and after parties. What he didn't know was that she would fuck at the drop of a hat. She spent many nights bent over on her knees and hands while guy after guy dumped their load inside of her. When she would get home, she'd immediately head to the shower to clean up, telling him it was to get rid of the lotion, and glitter, and the smell of the club. In reality, she was standing in the shower with her legs spread wide and the shower head stuffed between her thighs, the water firing straight up her pussy, cleaning the dozen or so loads of cum out of her.
Chris had a large, thick cock, but Carrie knew Crimson could take it. Crimson was no stranger to hard fucking from big cocks and she took Chris's professionally. Carrie watched her son grinding and fucking into her pussy. She was the look of ecstasy on her face, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she got fucked. She wasn't being made love to, she wasn't screwing, or humping. She was getting fucked. Her tits were flopping and jigging all over the place along with her tummy.
Carrie admired her tattoos. She had a garter tattooed around her left thigh, angel wings on her shoulder blades, and a heart just above her ass in the middle of her back. Carrie was a big fan of women with ink.
The fucking was intense, something Carries was very familiar with. Chris pulled her hair the same way he pulled Carrie's. He bit her neck the same way he bit Carrie's. She was jealous. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to hate fuck her.
Carrie was close to cumming. She pounded harder and harder and harder. She was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. A bitch. A bitch that wanted her son to fuck that slut stripper into a puddle. She wanted him to hurt her pussy. She wanted him to knock her slutty ass up and leave her high and dry. Crimson screamed and came, ruining the sheets. Chris kept fucking.
"Fuck you you fucking whore...fuck you you fucking whore...cum on my son's cock..." Carrie was growling while she fucked her self. A massive puddle was pooled under her ass and dripping on to the floor. A text came in on her phone. She grabbed it with a wet hand, smearing the screen with pussy juice. It was a text from her daughter, asking what they were eating for dinner that night. Carrie told her pussy and tossed the cum covered phone back onto the couch next to her. Chris continued destroying the slutty, hood rat stripper.
Carrie loved the way Crimson took her son's cock. She knew that it was a big cock and not a lot of women handled it well, but Crimson was such a loose slut that she knew she'd take it no problem. The porno was getting louder. Carrie knew Chris would be cumming soon.
"Cum inside her baby...cum inside her...cum inside her...cum inside her..." Carrie was whispering to her self. Her pussy was ready to explode. Her self fucking was angry and the harder she fucked, the sloppier it sounded. She could only compare it to stomping on a bucket of peaches, and both would make the same amount of juice. Chris was cumming inside Crimson.
"Oh yessss...oh yessss...cum in her pussy baby...cum in that fucking pussy...." Carrie began cumming too. She buried the vibrator deep in her pussy and clamped down on it with her thighs. She collapsed on the couch sideways, sweaty and tired. She watched the porno on the TV, as her son and his fucking slut collapsed on each other, slowly falling asleep while they caressed and rubbed their sweaty bodies.
Crimson was only wearing a very thin, flimsy, lycra g-string and a thigh high pair of fence-net stockings. The diamond pattern complimented her thick legs nicely. She could feel Chris's cock pressing against her pussy and every now and then she would grind herself against it. He was as hard as iron. She knew that fucking him would be like impaling her pussy on a railroad spike. Chris's hands were all over her, caressing and massaging her tits, gently tugging on her nipples, running his hands in between her thighs. He made sure not to do anything that would get him thrown out.
They had been talking for a while now, leaning in and talking close to each others' ears to counter the loud music. She let him keep rubbing her, squeezing her, caressing her. Now it was time for another dance.
Crimson straddled Chris, letting his cock press directly against her pussy. She ached to be naked with him inside of her.
As the music started, she began a slow grind back and forth. Chris gripped her hips and pulled her down on to his cock, pressing against the material of his slacks and her panties. She moaned. She d****d her hair over his head, hiding their faces from everyone. She slid her tongue into his mouth and suckled his lips. Chris kissed her back. She smelled like vanilla and honey, she tasted like butterscotch. She left with him.
They stumbled into the hotel room. She was naked quickly as she wasn't wearing much in the first place. Her eyes were lustful and she bit her lip, smiling as she stumbled backwards to the bed. Chris stripped and stood at the foot of the bed. She scooted forward and took Chris's cock into her mouth. She looked up at him. Chris noticed that she had an adorable beauty mark on her upper lip.
"Do you want to record us?" She asked as she sucked his cock.
Carrie was frothing at the mouth, gritting her teeth as she worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She was covered in sweat and pussy juice flooded from between her thighs. She was watching a home made porno her son had made for her with some random stripper he picked up the night before. She was working her favorite vibrator in and out, in and out, in and out. It was long and thick with 4 powerful motors inside of it. It had a thick bulbous head and a knobbly, nubbed shaft. She worked the vibrator fast and violently. With every heavy, rapid exhale, spittle and froth speckled onto her tits. The faster she worked the vibrator, the squishier and more drenched she became. Eventually, she was splashing onto her inner thighs, knees, and on her wrist.
Carrie knew the stripper. She'd spoken with her before at the club. Crimson was a slut. She dressed like a slut, danced like a slut, spoke like a slut, and fucked like a slut. She had an incredible pussy. It tasted amazing and was silky smooth. Even when she didn't shave, which was rare, it felt like velvet.
Crimson fucked for money, or just fucked for fun if she liked you. Chris was getting it for free. Crimson was no stranger to being gang fucked. Many, many nights had ended with her submerged under a pile of men, a cock in every hole and in both hands. Even though she was 5'5", her chubby body was able to handle being pounded by 700lbs worth of men at the same time. She loved being pinned down and used, the money was just a perk. Another perk was that she loved cheating on her husband. She loved having this dirty secret. He knew she was a dancer and he knew she did private shows and after parties. What he didn't know was that she would fuck at the drop of a hat. She spent many nights bent over on her knees and hands while guy after guy dumped their load inside of her. When she would get home, she'd immediately head to the shower to clean up, telling him it was to get rid of the lotion, and glitter, and the smell of the club. In reality, she was standing in the shower with her legs spread wide and the shower head stuffed between her thighs, the water firing straight up her pussy, cleaning the dozen or so loads of cum out of her.
Chris had a large, thick cock, but Carrie knew Crimson could take it. Crimson was no stranger to hard fucking from big cocks and she took Chris's professionally. Carrie watched her son grinding and fucking into her pussy. She was the look of ecstasy on her face, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she got fucked. She wasn't being made love to, she wasn't screwing, or humping. She was getting fucked. Her tits were flopping and jigging all over the place along with her tummy.
Carrie admired her tattoos. She had a garter tattooed around her left thigh, angel wings on her shoulder blades, and a heart just above her ass in the middle of her back. Carrie was a big fan of women with ink.
The fucking was intense, something Carries was very familiar with. Chris pulled her hair the same way he pulled Carrie's. He bit her neck the same way he bit Carrie's. She was jealous. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to hate fuck her.
Carrie was close to cumming. She pounded harder and harder and harder. She was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. A bitch. A bitch that wanted her son to fuck that slut stripper into a puddle. She wanted him to hurt her pussy. She wanted him to knock her slutty ass up and leave her high and dry. Crimson screamed and came, ruining the sheets. Chris kept fucking.
"Fuck you you fucking whore...fuck you you fucking whore...cum on my son's cock..." Carrie was growling while she fucked her self. A massive puddle was pooled under her ass and dripping on to the floor. A text came in on her phone. She grabbed it with a wet hand, smearing the screen with pussy juice. It was a text from her daughter, asking what they were eating for dinner that night. Carrie told her pussy and tossed the cum covered phone back onto the couch next to her. Chris continued destroying the slutty, hood rat stripper.
Carrie loved the way Crimson took her son's cock. She knew that it was a big cock and not a lot of women handled it well, but Crimson was such a loose slut that she knew she'd take it no problem. The porno was getting louder. Carrie knew Chris would be cumming soon.
"Cum inside her baby...cum inside her...cum inside her...cum inside her..." Carrie was whispering to her self. Her pussy was ready to explode. Her self fucking was angry and the harder she fucked, the sloppier it sounded. She could only compare it to stomping on a bucket of peaches, and both would make the same amount of juice. Chris was cumming inside Crimson.
"Oh yessss...oh yessss...cum in her pussy baby...cum in that fucking pussy...." Carrie began cumming too. She buried the vibrator deep in her pussy and clamped down on it with her thighs. She collapsed on the couch sideways, sweaty and tired. She watched the porno on the TV, as her son and his fucking slut collapsed on each other, slowly falling asleep while they caressed and rubbed their sweaty bodies.
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