I pulled up to the shabby budget motel. “Alana” had texted me that she had just returned with “supplies.” I knocked on the door, and she let me in. Alana was a self-described “young MILF” in her mid-20’s with long brown hair and an average build. She met me wearing only a black bra and matching black panties. A space heater was operating on the other side of the room. The heat wasn’t working properly, she explained.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” she said sweetly. “I like your sweater.” She helped me take it off. Soon we were both naked on the bed. She took me into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. After pleasuring me orally, she slid a condom on me. She climbed on top of me, moving her hips in a circular motion. She slid her hand down and manually stimulated her clit. My hands clenched her hips as my hips thrust off the bed. After several minutes, I cried out my pleasure.
But Alana wasn’t done. After cleaning me up, she caressed and stroked my cock and got it hard again. She got another condom and covered me, then she lay on her back and spread her legs. She squirmed beneath me as my pelvis rocked back and forth. She reached down to stimulate herself again. The bed shook as I exerted myself. I erupted once more.
We talked afterwards. She said she wanted to go back to school, probably in the medical field. She enjoyed making jewelry. Christmas was a little rough for her; she had barely enough money to afford presents for her young son. She was really sweet, and I found myself feeling sorry for her. When our time was up, I quickly got dressed and left. I felt somewhat depressed afterwards.
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