My poor great gran passed away this week, but the freak apple doesn’t fall far from the freak tree and she’d hate for my puffy eyes to ruin my chances with a sad hunk who needs some consolation sex as much as I do…Now a funeral is no excuse not to look your best. I have to catch the glances of wandering eyes. And man did I ever catch some glances, but there was one glance I locked onto. This man had broad shoulders, a rugged jaw, sad puppy dog eyes and a very expensive overcoat. In my grief I need certain things…a long, hard fuck and maybe a spa day to take my mind off the pain. *sniffle* He was eager to hold me in my time of need, covered my shoulders with his coat to shield me from the rain and he offered to give me a ride. An offer I can’t refuse. His Bentley was so spacious and made for a luxury fucking experience. I just eased the seat back and slid onto his hard-on, grinding my clit into his pubic bone bringing me to an intense orgasm. I collapsed onto his chest and continued to thrust because I just couldn’t get enough. What can I say? I’m such a glutton when I’m sad.
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