**I know. I fucking know. I need to finish the Russian girl story, but sometimes it’s easier to write about the fuckery that just happened. Plus! Plus. This one has pictures. Once again it’s nothing special, but It’s not contrived. It started a little rough, got a little more rough, and ended with me laughing as I wiped my cum off her. My hands still smell like her pussy. I just pulled one of her long black hairs off the shoulder of my shirt. It’s short, but maybe sweet? I don’t know, it’s how I feel today.**
I was in town and had a couple of hours off. She texted me. “Come fuck me, daddy.”
So I did.
She told me she was smooth for me. Sent me pictures to prove it. She told me she had her collar on and sent me another picture. Texted me that she wanted it rough. Wanted to be treated like a slut. That she had laid out her ball-gag, her glass dildo, her blindfold. “Pretend you hate me,” she wrote me.