"Hoo-boy! I knew you couldna resist me when you laid eyes on me!" drawls Ted, as
he slaps his knee, a wide grin upon his face. "C'mon, let's get to the motel and do
this proper." Ted accelerates the car in the direction of the motel, all the while
keeping his grimy palm pressed inbetween Cheryl's legs.
Despite herself, Cheryl lets out a soft moan as unwanted hands caress and stroke
her pussy through her shorts. She gasps as she feels Ted slip a finger underneath
her shorts, and probe against her undies.
"Ain't gonna be long now" grins Ted. "I can feel you gettin' all wet for Ted."
...
The motel is a run-down building which looks as if it hadn't seen business but for a
sporadic few times when travelers passed by. Selective burnt out gas letters on the
sign name, "-o--l S-x" give it a curious, and suggestive name.
In the parking lot, in Ted's car, Ted turns to you and says, "Now you just wait here,
while I get us a room." Ted opens the door, and disappears into the shady looking
Lobby.
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