Chapter Thirty-Five
The Morning AfterLike Gina, Rhonda was n***d too, but she was neither asleep nor making her morning coffee, but grinding her body against The Boss’. His was huge and really hard, Rhonda was pegged onto it, but she was slick, she could easily slip away only to come back to submerge him, again and again, seemingly unscathed until she cried out.
“Rhonda, we have to leave for work,” The Boss had said earlier when Rhonda teased his flaccid p***s with the tip of her foot—it didn’t take long. What he truly meant was Rhonda needed to leave for work and he needed to get some rest.
“Georg, last one for the road,” she said, whispering to his ear—her hand started stroking—referring to their last sane agreement last night, to have one last drink for the road, and they ended up in
