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Distracted

    Distracted


    ENTRY 17.8


    ***


    After work, since Scott got pissed with Hailee this morning, he decided to get tipsy at the high-end


    bar in the town and will definitely fuck a girl.


    Scott prefers to be alone tonight. He doesn’t want to drag others with his fight.


    “Hi, handsome!” a woman approaches him.


    Scott smiled at the woman as he sipped into his ss.


    “Yes?” he asked, arching his brows as he sipped at the bottle of beer.


    The woman whose beasts wanted to pop out of her dress smiled mischievously and sat on the


    couch—staying beside him.


    “Why don''t we y a game, hon?” the woman said seductively as she started to caress his body.


    Scott tossed another shot and stretched his hand as he rested it on the back of the woman. “Sure.


    You start the fame,” he said and crept a sly smirk on his lips.


    The second floor of the bar has only a few VIP people like him. So, the woman was free to seduce


    him and started to unzip his trousers.


    Scott leaned backward as he rested his arms on the hood of the couch.


    The woman sessfully took out his hard firm and started to stroke it.


    “This is one of the most huge and long dicks that I have ever held,” the woman asserted while


    complimenting Scott’s dick.


    The woman looked at her and smirked. She sneaked out her tongue and slowly darted it to Scott’s


    shaft.


    Scott then closes his eyes when she felt the woman’s warm mouth enveloping his hardness.


    A waiter was about toe over when he saw the woman doing a miracle. Scott smirked. People


    knew him already. He’s the man who doesn’t afraid to fuck someone in public as what they’re doing


    at this moment.


    The woman is giving him a great blow, and all he has to do is to ept the sensation. “Hmm…” he


    closes his eyes when the woman’s mouth is getting faster and faster.


    He could tell that she was already an experienced whore by the woman’s performance.


    The woman twirled her tongue up and down as she nibbled and sucked his cockhead. He parted his


    lips to ease the heaviness of his chest because of the growing libido inside him.


    “Hmmm…” he moaned softly when the woman stroked her cock and reached for his balls. The


    woman seemed ufortable with her position, went down, and kneeled on the carpeted floor as


    she continued to give him a blow.


    After a few moments, another woman came, and the two both greeted each other.


    “Scott—Oh, wow! What a mighty dick!” the woman, who just came, eximed in horror.


    Without hesitation, the woman reached for his dick. “Girl, we’re lucky, hmm…” she said.


    The other one smiled and nodded.


    The neer sat beside him and started touching his chest as the woman continued to suck his


    dick.


    He kissed the woman beside her while his right hand was on the back of the woman, who was


    sucking his buddy.


    He kissed the woman on his side hungrily—their tongues met and fought with each other when


    suddenly, Hailee’s image shed inside his mind and destroyed everything.


    “Fuck!” Scott cursed and moved away. “Stop it,” hemanded the woman kneeling in front of him.


    He hides his cock once again and zips it up.


    “What’s wrong?” the two women asked in unison. They’re not used to Scott’s sudden reaction.


    Scott sighed and shook his head. “Nothing,” he replied and left the ce.


    When he got inside his car, he mmed the steering wheel. It’s been days since thest time that


    he saw Hailee.


    Fuck, why does he need to remember that woman?


    Then suddenly, he pictures himself fucking Hailee. He admits Hailee got a perfect body. Especially


    her boobs, butt, and waist.


    “Fuck it!” he cursed once again before he sped away from the bar.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.
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