They didn’t budge. He had dark hair and the bluest eyes John had ever seen. Indian sex She screamed in pleasure. Where was this damned motel? She needs to press the button. “And your wife was just the thing I needed.”
Lights suddenly sprang on, hurting John’s eyes and making him blink back tears. He groaned. She was crying, staring at him with eyes pleading for him to come save her. Sherry was still strapped across from him, slowly waking up. A tiny little place, with a few bungalows. “You need a little more priming.” And the lights went out. “You see, I’m not what you would call human.” He stepped out into the light beside where Sherry was bound, still insanely handsome, and now completely naked. He could see it in her eyes. He knew it had cut his head off…but so quickly and cleanly that for a few moments he was still alive to watch as his wife threw her head from side to side in complete and total abandonment. She bucked, and he knew she was as excited and close as he had been to orgasm. Oh, fuck, it feels like I’m going to explode!”
“Anytime you want,” Alex said. “Why are we getting off the highway?” Sherry asked as he took the exit.
