What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?

We went there, looking for a good time but not truthfully expecting anything crazy.

But I got sick on route.

Fucking ceviche!

I told Isla to go have a good time, saying, “Don’t let my misfortune ruin your fun.”

She came back, many hours later, moderately drunk but rolling hard.

I was on the path to recovery, feeling like I could maybe get back in the game.

But what she offered me was insane.

Her pussy was weeping cum, and she wanted more.

Fuck yeah, I gave it to her.