“Right sweetheart, knickers off, the old chap is going in.” Manning rose to her feet, her excitement was almost too much. “Bend over sweet cheeks you’re about to get the ride of your life. You’ll be asking me for cash after this!”
Before Krystal could get into position she felt Manning’s cock probing around her pussy. She felt strangely turned on and had to admit she was looking forward to what was to come. She was used to having cocks inside her, most of the time she struggled to gain enjoyment from something that she had to do over and over again. Manning fiddled around before finding the target and she slammed her dick inside Krystal. Both let out a squeal of delight.
“You wanted this more than me hey Krystal, it’s wetter than an otter’s back pocket down there.”
Manning quickly got into her stride, driving her hips back and forth. This was not a time for seduction she wanted to blow her load and quickly as she could. Both her and Krystal yelped as Manning neared climax. “I’m going to spill my seed any second you filthy animal.”
Manning lost herself in the moment and her whole body stiffened, this was it, for all of her sexual conquests, occasionally she just need to pump her load into a wet hole. “Ooooof, have that you complete bastard.” Manning’s work was done, she exploded behind Krystal climaxing in absolute ecstasy. What followed was a mixture of awkward chit-chat before Krystal asked for her money. “$100 then?” Manning shot her a look, “I should have thought you’d pay me for that ride no?” Krystal had enjoyed the sex more than she anticipated but this was her job, there were no performance related discounts. “Look it’s $100, you know the deal, I have to make a living!” “Fair dos sweet cheeks, I’ve got your dollar, don’t fret.” Manning pulled out a money clip with a wad of notes and counted out $101. She slipped the notes into Krystal’s cleavage. “Keep the change, that was some sweet poontang.” With that Manning marched off to find her way back to the hotel.