The torn pantyhose clung to him, damp and ragged, the shredded crotch exposing his thighs to the cool air of the hallway. Linda’s weight pressed him into the bed, her body–his body–sprawled over him, her cock softening inside him as their mingled sweat cooled. “One more time–go,Lucky Customer ” he said, stepping close, towering over her, his calves tight in the heels.

She grabbed her cock, stroking fast, her hand a blur, her eyes darting over him–his biceps, his abs, his legs. The fabric stretched, resisting, then tore with a sharp *rip*, the sound cutting through the room.