Page 268 of Mountain Daddy
The sound of my hand connecting with her ass echoes through the valley.
And when I reach around. When I rub her clit. When she clenches her core around me. I fill my wife to the brim as she cries my name.
Ten minutes later, I pull the truck up to the public restrooms near the visitor center at the entrance of the state park.
“I’ll just be a minute.” Kendra opens her door as soon as I stop.
“No hurry, Baby.”
She grins at me before she slides out of the truck and shuffles across the sidewalk.
If I were a good husband, I would’ve pulled out and come in the grass.
But knowing that I’m dripping out of her always fills me with too much smugness to do it any other way.
Deciding I could probably stand to wash my hands, I turn off the engine and climb out of my truck.
The brick building looks new. The sign mounted to the wall designating it as thePublic Restroomis shiny.
And there’s another sign below it. More of a plaque.
I step closer so I can read the stamped metal plate.
Building dedicated to Rocky and his Buddy.
I stare at it.
Then I shake my head.
Fucker.
