Perched on a sofa in the rundown motel with her smooth bare legs curled under her, Nancy Sullivan was idly smoking a cigarette as she chatted with Don Morgan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Wearing a bit too much makeup, she was attired in only a brief pair of black panties and bra that accented the creamy whiteness of her almost nude body. Her dark shimmering hair fell below her bare shoulders while her big gray eyes looked out from beneath her full bangs.

Don Morgan was a cross country truck driver who Nancy habitually shacked up with when he passed through town. Married, and the mother of a teenage daughter, Nancy thoroughly enjoyed sleeping around with other men. But Don was the most fantastic lover she'd ever known.

Nancy was a very sensuous looking woman in her early thirties with a voluptuous figure and a huge pair of tits that she made no effort to hide. She had been knocked up by her husband, Larry Sullivan, when they were both juniors in high school. He married her just before their daughter was born, and dropped out of school to try and support his young family. Without any skills or training, he was only able to get menial jobs, and Nancy soon had to start waiting tables in order to make ends meet.

As the dreary years slowly passed, she became more and more disenchanted and bored with her husband. Some time ago, when he took a night job as a cab driver, Nancy began dating her male customers after she left the cafe in the evenings.

Now sitting with Don Morgan in the motel room, the woman could hardly wait for the wild fuck she knew he would soon be giving her. Nancy could feel her twat tingling with excitement when Don stood up and walked across the room to where she was curled up on the couch. From her previous dates with the man, Nancy knew that he would screw her with an animal like urgency that always drove her wild.