Sharon sat on the bed in her hotel room and waited. She picked the phone up when it buzzed with a text message.
“Need me to bring anything over? Need dinner? Pizza?”
This wasn’t a date, it was a hookup. She was in town on business and had hit Tinder looking for a local to do the deed with.
“Condoms,” she typed.
She had no interest in anything about the man. She didn’t want a conversation. She wanted her ankles up by her ears and some c**k pounding into her. Girth and getting stretched out is what got her body off. Length just wasn’t as important to her. Besides, she loved to be on top and grind her p***y and c**t into the crisp pubic hairs at the base of a fat d**k.
“Is he coming?” The distorted voice of her husband came through the speaker of the tablet.
“Did you get the pictures?”
