Midnight Snack (Another Meating With Marcus)

The black S550 pulled directly up to the walkway leading up to Swerve, Chicago’s hottest new club. Tucked away in Wrigleyville, it was just close enough to Marcus’ Magnificent Mile hotel room not to be inconvenient. Marcus glanced in the middle rear view mirror at his friend Jay’s tight ass pumping into a stockinged pair of white legs that belonged to Kelsey, Jay’s groupie for the night. Marcus may have been the football star, but his boys were all successful in their own right and had no problem pulling women themselves.

“We’re here, you two.”

Marcus was bold enough to open the door and exit the vehicle. He looked over the car at the line outside of Swerve and took it in. It was a dope crowd and he was definitely going to score a touchdown tonight. He glanced at his watch briefly enough to gather that it was about 10:30 and looked back inside the car, where he saw an even bolder Jay taking the last few pumps necessary to fill Kelsey with what felt like a gallon of cum.