Susan starts down the road of BBC prostitution.

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Susan was too spent to answer the phone. She could hardly move after so much fucking. Her tits heaved up and down with her exhausted breathing. Her nipples were still diamond hard and the smell of her cunt was strong and intoxicating.

It wasn't an unfamiliar sight. Susan had evolved into a hotwife over the past 15 years and over time the sexual escapades had developed into a wild lifestyle of motels and hotels. She hadn't worked, nor had she needed to....