It's 9pm. On a hunch, I head over to the hotel. They say a criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. If Marlissa's whoring around behind my best buddy Chuck's back, she sure meets my definition of a criminal.
The receptionist's a cute brunette. I pause and toss her panties and navy skirt into the trash.
Just then, Marlissa walks in. She's wearing a hot yellow mini-dress, with slutty black stockings that end mid-thigh. Some sleezebag's with her.
I watch from the shadows as the flustered, bottomless receptionist checks them in, and then follow them to their room.
Marlissa kisses the sleazebag, then pushes him over onto the bed and pulls out his cock, kneeling.
"Mmm," she moans as she licks as the shaft and takes it in her mouth. Her head bobs. The guy looks pretty happy. "Fuck, I'm wet."
Marlissa hikes up her dress. No panties. She climbs on top of the guy.
"Wait, wait," he protests. "Let me get a condom."
"Fuck that," Marlissa mounts him. "Unprotected all the way. The chump I'm with will raise the kid if you knock me up. Give me some baby juice, stud."
"Hells yeah," the guy says back, pounding into cowgirl. "Let's cuckold the fucker."
Look's like Chuck's fiancee is not so faithful after all. |