It's not that I was broke as fuck... who am I kidding, I was broke
as fuck. Believe it or not these were my thoughts as I thrust in
and out of Ms. Castillo by her pool. She was an older woman, mid
40s, (I never asked for a specific age unless it was part of a role
play). Anyway, she's actually very good looking, Spanish skin, dark
eyes and hair and an accent that legitimately driving me into
animal lust as I worked her over. (By that point I was used to
faking carnal desires.) Her naked breasts rocked back and forth on
her body, and she was holding onto the side of the lounge chair we
were fucking on. Jesus, she was wet, and at one point she pushed me
away so she could come without me inside. I went to bite her
nipple, and I couldn't help but notice my lack of complete
enthusiasm for the scenario. When I was eighteen, shit when I was
twenty-one, this would've been my dream come true, having sex with
a milf by her pool. But I guess I'd been in the business too long.
I'd seen more pussy than I could remember, and hers was just
another one. By the way, I should probably explain something at
this point. My name's JD, and I was a gigalo. And in the middle of
my existential thought process, in the middle of fucking Ms.
Castillo by the pool... her husband came home.
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