A second round

The blond had enough. She was left strung out after our session of ass ramming sex. “Do it from behind, baby,” she cooed at me when I flipped her over. “Just ram your hard meat up my ass.”

By the time I came, her soft body lied limp on the bed, panting. Maybe I was a little too much for her, I thought, but aren’t we always that arrogant after sex, men? The name Blaspheme was still in my mind. Yes, the girl I was after. I had almost forgotten about the stories I heard about her and the things she does to a guy.

“Tell me about Blaspheme,” I said.

“Don’t you want me to suck your dick instead, baby?” the blond asked. “Don’t you just want to fuck me again and again?”

Despite the fact that I’m in detective mode, I am still a man. And some things are just more important than famous pussy.