”They kissed at the door (briefly—she suspected he didn’t want to taste what was still lingering in her mouth). She took the stairs two at a tim.... She felt…well, a lot of things, actually. But one of them was a strange kind of relief. None of this was hard at all. It wasn’t all some strange, foreign thing reserved only for other people. She could do it too. She could do anything. Tonight had confirmed all of her best expectations.Laurie paused when she got to the front door. It was open, just a. She is well spoken and has manners. Little did he know Chayne was good at pretending to be stable and hiding her faults. If he only knew what she was thinking. She hands the blunt to Dirty and switches back to her playlist. Loud rock music fill the air. Chayne does not care about the time either. She can’t get high without listening to music. Chayne excuses herself and slips into the bathroom. Her makeup looks nice and her hair is still pulled up in a ponytail. She is only wearing a bra at the. A moment later, she was gone, leaving a tutting Ellen in her wake. Her hair was all over the place, as was her uniform and no doubt the girl's less-than-kind boss would pick up on those details and give her an hour-long lecture on arriving at work on time. As if trying to put Ellen in a bad mood, she'd left the keys to her car on the counter in her haste to get something to eat and Ellen had to pick them up and trot out to her daughter - wearing nothing more than a pair of curve-hugging pyjama. "Jesus Christ, Martin!" she panted, the walls of her slippery cunt sucking and milking around the hard length of his cock as she slid up and down on it. "This feels so fuckin' good, honey!"Wanting to give the cute little starlet an extra thrill. Martin grasped her wiggly asscheeks in his hands and lifted her up until only the head of his prick remained embedded in her juicy pussy. Holding her there for just a brief second, he suddenly dropped her back down, letting his lust-slicked cockrod slam.