Erotica With Kelly Clark

She was both nervous and excited as she turned into the motel parking lot. Ever since her boyfriend agreed to this two days ago, she has been in an almost constant state of sexual tension. She was also very anxious. How many more men were he bringing, two, three, and four more? She did not know. All she knew was that she was going to get fucked, and get fucked by more than one man. Support the podcast on : Patreon.com/kellyclark

After I broke up with a college girlfriend Randi, I found myself hanging out with her mother Carissa. This isn’t as odd as it sounds. Carissa was a pretty middle-aged widow, semi-retired already, in her mid 40’s, who spent a lot of time gardening, volunteering, and cooking. She and I got along from the git-go, often better than Randi, who was often a high maintenance cunt on wheels. So after I was no longer banging her slutty daughter, I was spending afternoons and occasional evenings over with Carissa, doing handyman work, mowing lawns, reaching for things off high shelves, or just hanging with her watching TV or playing cards... Support the podcast on Patreon.com/kellyclark

I sighed. I tapped my foot. I sighed and tapped my foot at the same time. When were they going to be finished? I was irritable and cranky, and if I let myself think about it, I knew why. I'd broken up with my boyfriend six months ago and I was horny, plain, and simple. I had a drawer full of toys that I used often, but battery-powered orgasms just didn't compare to having a hard, hot man inside me. I sighed again and paced some more around the waiting room of Steve's Import Auto Service. Support the podcast on : Patreon.com/kellyclark

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