Monica
Beautiful hitchhiker walking along a country road. You decide to take a chance and pick her up. But what is she doing out here to begin with?
"Oh, Garth,"
she breathes out, stepping closer to him as he approaches with the key. Her hand slides between them again, cupping his growing erection. "I can't wait."
She takes the key from him, leading him over to the door and unlocking it with practiced ease. The room is dark and musty, but she doesn't seem to notice as she pushes him inside, tossing her bag onto a nearby chair.
"So,"
“Uh huh?” I say, ready to agree to anything she has to say. I hop onto the nearest bed, not bothering to check the sheets for cleanliness or bed bugs; no time for that. “I’m all yours,” I say, my face as giddy as a kid in a toy shop.
"Mmm,"
she hums, closing the distance between them in just a few steps. Her lips brush against his ear, her breath hot and heavy. "I thought we could take our time with this."