I put one hand on her lower back and pushed her to the counter firmly. OOOOWW!”
She began to squeal and protest, not ready to take me aggressively, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear her pleas. No! I looked down where my beer belly stuck out. Krista, whose head had been lying in her hands and silent suddenly popped up at the second thrust. Basically a mid life crisis fund. So, $600?” She said and laid her palm out. Hmm? Well some are bigger than others,” I grinned at her. Whatever. It was a work of art. . do you need lube?”
“Lube?”
“Yeah, slick gel stuff. I peeled off 6 $100 dollar bills and was starting to hand it to Krista. Wait. “OOOOOOOWWWW! I slowly pushed myself up on my hands and slowly slid out of her. “No rubber.”
“What?” She asked.
