For Love or Money

A stray thought persisted and her moans couldn’t drown it out.

As her wet cunt slid down his cock over and over, her ass slapping hard on his thighs as she rode him, the thought circled around his brain.

Money or love

“I love you, baby.” A voice like honey slipped over him.

Her eyes glinted with everything except love. Like the diamonds she had to wear even when they fucked, he felt the way they cut deep into his skin with each move she made.

His hands dug into her hips as she clenched tight around him. If he couldn’t slip more rings on her fingers, would she whisper those words so sweet?

Staring that truth in the face didn’t stop him from coming hard. Because pleasure didn’t give a fuck about love or money when she gave it to him that good.


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