The Internet Date
It was just another night when Kira was driving home from her boring job at the hardware store. It was eight o' clock on a Saturday night, and as tired as she was there was no way she was missing her date at the hooka lounge. She had worked a ten hour shift and was ready to have some fun. Recently, her nymphomaniac impairment had only barely been contained by excessive masturbation; but it would never be enough. Kira longed to have a long, hard cock ramming into her tight pussy. She craved...