By now, Jenny and Charles had been using each other for months. The texts came whenever the urge hit — sometimes in the middle of the day, sometimes late at night. “Come over.” “I need your cock.” “My p***y is aching for you.” No explanations, no feelings, just raw need pulling them together again and again.
One Friday night, the craving felt stronger than ever. Jenny texted Charles: “My place. Bring nothing but that d**k. I want all night.”
He showed up at her door in under twenty minutes, already hard in his jeans. The second he stepped inside, Jenny jumped on him. She wore only an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass. No panties. They kissed like animals in the hallway, tongues deep, hands grabbing everywhere. Charles lifted her and carried her straight to the kitchen.
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