Linda’s Demise
Linda slumped back on the bed, one big tit slipping out of her black bra as her head hit the pillows. She leaned back heavily, as I watched her body going limp from the door of the bathroom. “I’m really fucked up….” she slurred. The drink I had fixed her was doing the job, she was nearly out. As I looked at her plump body I thought back on the better part of the past year. We had been getting together at least once a month at hotels and occasionally her dumpy rental house to get high and fuck. She had seen one of my fake profiles on Tinder and commented on my dick pics. She shared a photo of her pussy lips open like a butterfly and her big soft-looking tits – and I …