The R-Virus: Escape
Stacy’s head spun when the car made even the slightest turn and every time it did, it had come as a complete surprise. She had other priorities on her mind than where they were going because her head was bobbing over the lap of the driver. She had shoved down his pants enough to have pulled his dick out so she could wrap her lips around it. Her lipstick was smeared over his member and she was pushing the brightly colored ring lower down his impressive length. When he groaned appreciation from her she suddenly recalled something, she had no idea what his name was. He was just some random hook up at the bar, but their meeting was just a drunken blur for her. Whatever she had thought to herself, it hardly mattered to …