I reach out to grab Donna, her warm pussy juice still fresh on my lips, but she practically jumps out of her skin getting away from me. My cock is still rock hard, and truthfully, I could bust at any second.

“The fuck are you doing?” I growl as she fumbles with her shirt, eventually tying it in the middle. It keeps her plump, gorgeous tits in, but just barely. It just shouldn’t be possible to be as gorgeous as she is.

“Is this your game?” she asks me, flustered as hell and just as sexy. “You pick up poor, helpless girls at your shop, con them into coming back...