Hardcore phone sex was necessary to get my fix. Normally, I fuck this black dealer in exchange for coke. He has some legal woes now, so I have been exploring other options. I thought with a white boy dealing me coke, it would be less freaky and hardcore. I was wrong. I am usually wrong. Dwight is a college dope dealer. He also runs a group of coed escorts. He has a solid reputation among middle class dope fiends. He caters to coeds, frat boys and soccer moms with monkeys on their backs. I have heard his weed is primo and his coke is cheap. Cheap for cocaine at least. I arranged a meeting. I was surprised how young he looked. I told him I had underwear older than him and he just snickered. He knew about me. I am legendary for my coke habit and boy cock addiction. His coke was cheap enough I could afford to pay with cash, but why pay with cash when you can pay with pussy, right? I made it seem like my husband keeps a tight reign on my spending. He pulled out his cock, so I went to my knees to suck. I was thinking in my head, “Damn, this is easy.” Then, I heard voices and was like, “Oh, shit. Too good to be true.” He had some frat boys who work with him and they wanted to gang bang the sexy red-headed milf. I wanted my coke, so I let them get nasty with my fuck holes. They were enjoying my ass. Coeds don’t take a hardcore ass fucking. At least not like a mommy whore like me does. They tagged teamed my ass for hours. There was more of them than Marcus ever shared me with. But I got my coke and they tossed in some of that primo weed as a thank you. Not a bad trade.
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