Nelly Page #3

---

One where's good, two's better!

Has fatso put on even more weight?

Probably. I try not

to look at those pigs.

Hand me my cash.

He always has you finish him.

No idea why. Count yourself lucky.

At least he's fast.

Exactly. You came, now beat it, man!

He insists on his full hour.

He's a businessman.

We put on a great show.

He keeps coming back.

You lick really well.

Yeah? I'm never sure what to do.

No, you're good. Your fingers, tongue.

Really not bad, no joke.

When I moaned it wasn't all an act.

Really?

If fatso wasn't there,

I think I'd come for real.

How 'bout another try?

Please, sweetie!

C Silly! In, ' I.

I! Was a new world. I was captivated.

In my captivity,

I suffered like a martyr.

Something inside me broke.

Something ripped in two

like a tree trunk split by lightning.

I swear that at that moment,

I heard I! Crack in pain.

After our session last week I walked home.

It was dusk.

A few streets from home

I saw a man laying bricks.

He was wearing a tanktop and work boots.

He was sweating.

His hair was filthy.

In fact, every inch of him was filthy.

I stopped beside him

and asked if he could take a short break

to f*** me in the alleyway

right there.

He looked a bit surprised

but did what I wanted.

Exactly.

He followed me to the alley.

He hardly spoke.

Neither did I.

He took me by the neck

and pressed my face

against the damp bricks.

He reached under my skin

and stuck his fingers in my p*ssy.

I was dripping wet.

His whole hand was wet.

He was rough.

He never let go of my neck.

He pinned me there.

But I wanted to be pinned down.

He took his cock out of his jeans.

I felt it hard against my ass.

He f***ed me,

fast and hard.

He smelled of sweat and wet cement,

a mixture of the two.

I could hear the sounds of the city.

Passers-by,

their banal conversation.

His cock pounded my p*ssy.

He moaned softly in my ear.

He came fast, on my thigh.

I felt perfect,

like in a daze.

I pulled up my panties and left.

I couldn't describe his face.

And what...

How do you feel about it?

I needed to belong to someone.

I belong to those who take me.

What are you doing?

I don't want to talk anymore.

Let's be reasonable, OK?

I want you so badly.

And so do you.

My wife's right outside.

I know.

No, stop it! Stop.

Pretty good waist.

Nice line of the hips.

Your ass is just as it should be.

The finest of the finest.

Your breasts are starting to sag a bit.

Legs, knees, belly...

No complaints.

You have everything you need

where you need it.

How have you been since last time?

Fine.

- You haven't changed jobs?

- No.

How many clients do you see?

10 or 20 a week.

You always use protection, no matter what?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes