Both Sides Of The Fence 4: Bad Blood - Plot & Excerpts
I took a small nap and now it was around five o’clock in the evening. I was lying in bed, with the television on, thinking about sex. Yes, I was addicted to it. Since I had that work done on my little soldier I was banging broads like there was no tomorrow. I was surprised I didn’t have any kids yet. I always strapped up but you never know, as condoms are only 99 percent effective. Shit, my mom told us that was how Ashley and I were here today. She was on birth control when we were conceived. We were that 1 percent proof when it came to most contraception. There is always a chance to get pregnant. Always. I was glad I didn’t have any children anyway. I wasn’t ready for all of that. I still had a few years of wildness in me. I turned over and reached onto the nightstand where my phone was charging. I pulled up my contact list and scrolled through looking for my next hit. I usually didn’t like to hit the same broad twice but tonight I needed a quick set of warm lips, pussy, mouth, or both wrapped around my prick to bring it on home and then they went home.
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