Chapter 2
After that mind-blowing first f**k, Elena turned into my all-consuming fixation, a filthy addiction I couldn't shake.
We'd snatch every stolen moment for nasty quickies, her dropping to her knees in the dim garage, slurping my c**k like a desperate w***e, gagging on my length until spit dribbled down her chin and her mascara ran in black streaks.
Or me hoisting her onto the kitchen counter, spreading her thick thighs wide and burying my face in her sopping, musky cunt, lapping up her tangy juices while she ground against my tongue, clawing my scalp and hissing dirty commands like
"Eat that old p***y, you greedy boy, make me flood your mouth."
But that wasn't enough for her insatiable ass, she craved darker, rougher s**t. One night, her voice came through the phone, husky a
