We Doing Sex Late Again
David muttered to himself, as he paced the platform, “this was the third time this week she has kept me waiting.”
The last few passengers started to board the train, 2.29.
Susan knew her excuse was feeble, but it was the truth.
Susan retorted as tears flowed down her face; "You fucking pervert, what's the idea of spanking me?"
"You call that a spanking?" David shouted back.
Pushing the pillows under her belly bringing her ass away from the bed.
He could feel his hand getting sore, he paused to get his breath.
"You think this changes anything you damn pervert?" Susan screamed at him.
David turned her head to look at him, "I know you are sore but I will not have you mess my life up."
Susan glared at him, daring him to hurt her any-more.
Susan smiled to herself, knowing it could be sooner than you think
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