Darlene wore a mini skirt, a corset top, and a black boot. She wore a thong underneath; if she ever reached down to pick up anything, her ass would be out in the open. It was intentional. She needed a man to make her feel good. She wants to get fucked till oblivion. She has been visiting different clubs for the past few weeks but still hasn’t met the one who would set her core ablaze. The guys she’d met were all boring, and the sex didn’t even last long. She ended up faking her moans while lying like a log of wood.

“What a waste of sex.” Darlene huffed...