Tending To Mrs. Albert's Motoring Needs
"Five hundred dollars? No fucking way!" So this is how the week is gonna start. I try to explain about riding the brakes, but she ain't listening. "Listen, you thieving dyke, do I look blond-cunt stupid?" Enough. I sweep the bench clear and dump her on top. "Told you not to call me that, bitch!" I hiss. I yank up her skirt and invade her skimpy black panties. Two fingers buried deep and she's cumming "YES! YES! YES!" hard...