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  The Farewell

  Jason’s Dodge thundered through Ally’s head.

  Knocking over Albuquerque’s biggest bookie may not have made them Bonnie and Clyde, but Saul Westing could end them both with a phone call, and the leaden weight of their sudden crime pressed heavy on Ally’s thoughts. The haul was big, far bigger than either she or Jason expected. The score was big enough for Ally to start a new life, away from the bullshit of her abusive — and usually drunk — druggie of a dickhead daddy.

  Even before she knew it, Ally was waiting for someone like Jason all of her life. She should’ve been smiling, grateful for a dawn washing its light over a new day, and drowning her darkest night. Even if that new day would fade like every one that came before. When Jason swung the Dodge into a dirty stop that time forgot at the Easy Rest Inn, Ally knew their time together would tear as beautifully, and as suddenly, as it stitched itself together.

  Ally and Jason had been together for six tumultuous months. She met him through a friend of her father’s, so she naturally assumed he was an asshole like all the others. She trusted him even less, with moppy hair and a crooked smile that made her wet, even when she felt as otherwise dry as New Mexican air in the late afternoon.

  As days fell to weeks and months swallowed each of them whole, Jason kept calling to check on her, each time saying he wanted to see if she was okay. She tried to ignore him, like she’d ignored the rest, but eventually his off-color jokes and heavy panting were heaven in her ear, and she spent every day waiting for night, when she could cradle up with the old phone against her ear, then slip her hand in her panties while Ally spilled spunk on his stomach from over on his side of the line.

  Jason saw a young woman in need, quietly crying for help, begging for someone to listen, and maybe, just maybe, help her find a way to escape her broken home. Ally wasn’t stupid, and knew Jason’s heart wasn’t gold. Their union was threaded with whatifs and lies, planned escapes and ulterior motives. Jason was a drifter who would ditch Albuquerque long before Ally was ready. Yet, she harbored hope like the promise it was, believing something would blossom, even if its blooms were only born from crime and deceit.

  “Thank you,” she said, pulling two fat stacks of 100’s into her palm. Less than her share, but more than she wanted.

  Jason’s jaw tightened. “You gonna be okay?” he asked, curling his fingers hard around the steering wheel. His doubt was hotter than the air outside the car, so Ally did the only thing she knew how to do by quietly begging Jason to play, feeble as her attempt might’ve been.

  She was terrified to say something as awful as farewell without meaning it at all.

  “You could stay,” she said.

  Jason shook his head, breaking something inside her.

  That was it.

  This life was over.

  The new one started on the outside of the Dodge, maybe in the Easy Rest Inn.

  “Probably be safer if I don’t.”

  Ally forced a smile on her face, nodding like she wasn’t using all of her muscles. In a final, and maybe desperate play — fueled by the heat between her legs and an urgent whisper in her heart, she reached over, cupping Jason’s cheek in her hand and kissing him lightly on the mouth.

  “You should go,” he said.

  Ally swallowed hard and climbed from the Dodge, then slammed the car door and walked off without looking back, over to the Easy Rest office to rent a room and a quiet pace to cry.

  They could’ve been together.

  They could’ve gathered the shards of her life, and maybe made them whole.

  The warm desert blew through her dirty blonde hair as Jason’s car roared from behind, grinding tires through the dirt and gravel as he raced into his personal sunset.

  Ally paid for her room, went to her room, then disappeared behind the door, closing it quietly behind her.

  Leaning against the cool frame, Ally sank to the floor. She sat for a long minute, reflecting on the long afternoon and the idiot whimsy she’d allowed into her heart, even after a lifetime of knowing walls were best when left standing.

  She rose from her slouch and went to the bathroom, then started the shower and waited for the water to get hot. She returned to the front room and sat at the foot of her bed, slowly undressing while trying to put Jason, and a life they could never live, outside of her mind. She thought of the hot shower and how it would beat the misery from her tired back, then piled her shoes and pants on the floor and went into the bathroom.

  A second from stepping into the shower, Ally heard gravel crunching outside her room. An insistent knock sent a sudden chill shooting through her body. Clad in panties, Ally crept toward the door, heart thudding in her chest, terrified that Johnny Dylan had snitched, and either the cops or one of Saul’s bruisers were on the other side of the door, ready to end her.

  Ally fell to the floor and rummaged through her bag, then pulled out her revolver, fell to her back and held the gun in a steady aim at the door, waiting while trying to keep her heart from erupting in her chest.

  She crouched, half-naked and baring her supple, petite breasts. Death was a high price to pay for modesty.

  The knock exploded through the room, louder in her ears than it actually was.

  Panting, Ally lowered the hammer on her revolver.

  “You there?”

  Is that Jason?

  “It’s me.”

  Time stopped ticking. If this was a trick, she was dead. If it wasn’t, she might have a happily ever after, after all.

  She ripped herself from the floor, threw open the door, and lunged at Jason, kissing him hard on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and dragging him back inside the room.

  They kissed as though putting out fire with their lips as Ally shoved Jason hard against the wall. He spun her around and pulled her body back into him, hard. His worker’s hands sent a shiver down her spine, as he squeezed and kneaded her tiny tits. Ally's nipples were bullets, shooting white hot shocks throuh her body whenever his hands brushed against them.

  Like the first time, the last time, and the time it might never be again.

  Ally craned her neck and kissed Jason harder, running her hands up and down his thighs while grinding her tight ass into his overheated crotch, teasing the pecker already pounding in his pants. Trembling from her unexpected frenzy, Ally turned into Jason, crushed her body against his, and devoured his mouth with her tongue.

  Their hands were all over, as if fingers were starving and bodies were food. Ally tore Jason's shirt, popping buttons into the carpet, then ripped it from his body, exposing the smooth muscled chest she thought of every time she dunked her digits into her sloppy donut for the last six months. Ally kissed him again, then fell to her knees, trailing her hands down the tight lines of his torso.

  She unbuttoned his pants, hungry for the prize inside, lightly whimpering when she couldn’t move fast enough. She pulled them down and chased them with his boxers. His hardening cock bounced into view and Ally swallowed him like he was her final meal, devouring the full length as her slender hands caressed his strong thighs, looking up into Jason’s eyes with her oversized brown ones, letting him know just how yummy he tasted.

  He moaned, slapping his palms against the dirty wall as Ally bobbed her head, driving her hot, wet mouth and full, rosy lips up and along his length. Ally cooed onto his delicious dick as Jason forced her face into his pelvis. He groaned as she took him to her throat.

  Ally wondered if she’d ever been wetter.

  Jason stared down, hypnotized as she teased his swollen cockhead with the tip of her tongue. She smiled, looking up, lost in rapture as he sank his dick past her lips, and repeatedly into her mouth. She circled her fingers around his shaft then jacked it to the rhythm of her sucking.

  J
ason slapped his hand harder on the wall, bracing his body against her teasing.

  Like usual, Ally took her time. She could live on her knees, if it was Jason above. She alternated between lingering thrusts tapping her throat, to tiny movements teasing his rim. Her eyes never left him — forever in search of approval or pleasure.

  Or love.

  There wasn’t long before Ally churned Jason's butter, so she popped his hot cock from her hotter mouth, stood with a smile, and jacked his shaft while losing her tongue in his lips

  She pulled away, still smiling, then walked backward toward the bed, peeling her panties from her ass along the way. Jason stumbled toward her, watching as she spread her legs, leaning back against the matress. He wrestled shoes and pants, crossing the short span between him, Ally, and her juicy abyss.

  She flung her panties to the floor before and spread her creamy thighs wider, giving Jason another glance at her blushing, wet pussy — smoothly shaven, except for the tiny tuft just above her clit. He was practically drooling, and Ally couldn’t wait for Jason to taste her.

  She welcomed him with a kiss as he climbed on her body, pressing his naked frame hard against hers. They explored one another's mouths; tongues dancing as desire shocked her from pursed lips to the all of her body.

  Ally needed him to fuck her so bad, she could taste it.

  She'd needed him since the day they met.

  If a final fuck in the late afternoon, in the middle of nowhere after ripping off Saul Westing was their final hurrah, so fucking be it.

  Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as Jason kissed the length of her lithe body. His lips sent bolts of bliss striking inside her from every point where they met with her flesh. Ally's hips quivered, willing Jason to hurry, begging him to lean into her — thrust his tongue into her velvety folds, deeper into her burning box.

  After a slice of eternity, Jason’s warm breath was finally on her dripping pussy, sending her body into a swirling, swimming overhwelm. He parted her flushed pink lips and stabbed her swollen clit with his tongue. Her toes curled and her head whipped back from the strobing pleasure rippling up from nub to nipples.

  She could die from the pleasure.

  Jason flicked her clit on repeat, spreading her glistening pussy and swirling his tongue around the mouth of her burning hot hole. Ally moaned as he lapped at her sweet spot, passion permeating her every pore.

  Allys hips bucked hard against Jason’s face, and her light moans turned into long screams of pleasure as she ran her fingers through his thick hair. She grabbed the back of his head with a handful of hair in each hand and pulled him into her harder. Jason licked and lapped like Ally was ice cream as she rode his face like she wanted to glaze it.

  Her body was near epileptic as Jason took his tongue back and crawled on her body. Again, lips met in lust. Ally reached down, circled his throbbing cock with her fingers, and moaned into his mouth as she rubbed his dick against her juicy lips, positioning his tip at the front porch of her fiery pussy.

  They moaned as one when Jason gently slid his dick into her slippery hole.

  This was their moment, meant to be lived.

  Ally curled her slender, shapely legs around Jason’s hips as he gently thrust himself inside her. She sensed his hunger and marveled at his restraint. He should have been pounding her pussy like hammer to nail. If Ally were him, she would drilling the fuck from her sloppy cunt.

  As if Jason could read her thoughts, he started ramming himself harder and harder. Their lips were fused as Ally ran her hands along his shoulders, moaning at the tightness of his muscles; heaven every one.

  White-hot pleasure, pure as holy water rushed in a current through her body, reducing her to trembles with every thrust of Jason’s dick.

  He pulled out. Ally’s protest died in her throat when he grabbed her hips, flipped her like a pancake, mounted her — lifting her ass high in the air — then shoved his overheated meat into her over-swollen lips with a crushing thrust.

  Ally moaned and exploded, burying her face in the comforter while gripping her fingers hard into the soft cover.

  Jason pounded her, faster and faster, using Ally’s tight tiny pussy to purchase his satisfaction and sate his searing desire. Her round, tender ass rippled every time Jason’s hips slapped against her, as he drove his diamond cutter into her jewel.

  Euphoria oozed from her pores, coating her body in a slick sheen of lusty sweat.

  Ally’s hand fell to her flaring mound. She rubbed at her swollen clit with her fingertips, digits dancing an urgent tango over her excited nub, fueling inner fire as the sounds of urgent sloshing filled the room. Juices slowly dripped down the insides of her thighs, covering Ally’s fingers, clit and the all of Jason’s cock with a blanket of sticky dew.

  Her turn.

  Ally reluctantly pulled herself from Jason’s delicious dick, then pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top, pressing her small frame against his hard muscled body, sighing as his powerful chest pressed against her firm, needy breasts. His tight flesh against her erect nipples shot spasms of heat up the length of her back, before they circled her neck and shot a fresh current through the rest of her body.

  Her nipples were fire.

  Ally wrapped her slender fingers around Jason’s girth as they kissed, gently sucking his tongue while tugging his shaft, working his throbber like an artist, until it was so fat it was nearly a third leg.

  Ally slowed, stroking him lightly as his moans grew louder, begging her to go faster as she barely brushed her skin against his. She gently twisted her hand, stimulating him further, then straddled his lap and lowered herself onto his waiting wiggle stick. She groaned louder and louder as his every inch disappeared into her velvety lips, filling her to his hilt.

  Ally leaned back, propping her hands on his legs, and slowly gyrated her hips. She wanted him to give him a perfect view of his beautiful cock sliding inside her glistening slit. Her little breasts barely swayed with each subtle thrust, shoving her lust to its peak. She rocked harder on his cock, impaling herself faster and deeper and harder.

  Ally bounced, fucking Jason like a beast. Hot and hard, she shoved her clenching pussy down on his pipe on repeat.

  If this was it, the memories had to last forever.

  Lust soaked her slender body.

  Soon, euphoria would fall to farewell.

  Her muscles ached as Ally pounded her pussy against him. She couldn't hold her position much longer, but wasn’t willing to surrender her wonderful fuck, or say goodbye.

  She leaned forward on her hands, bucking her hips as hard as she could, driving his pulsing pounder into her body as though it were a blazing stake. Waves of pleasure met mounting pressure, ready for release inside her.

  Jason's thick cock got thicker, throbbing with anger and warning Ally of the cream that was cumming.

  She came first, harder than she ever had in her life, moaning and grinding her clit against Jason, fast enough to make fire in a raining forest. Her pussy lips clenched around his rock-hard cock, milking him closer to yogurt. As Jason started to moan his release, Ally pulled away, and together, they jerked his dick until he exploded.

  On her tummy, like Jason liked most.

  Steaming cum erupted from his twitching cock, painting Ally’s stomach in thick gushing spurts, leaving long lines of globby seed sticking to her creamy flesh. Fully spent, they kissed before curling in bed for their final rest.

  As Ally drifted to sleep, she hoped Jason would still be by her side when she woke, knowing he wouldn’t be. You could hope the sun would stay in the sky, but that didn’t keep the moon from doing her work come evening.

  She slept like a rock, until hours later, Ally was jarred suddenly awake. She smiled, half-asleep and reaching out for her lover, but finding nothing but the cool touch from Jason’s empty pillow.

  She sat up, alone and staring out the window, wondering if he was really gone, or ever coming back.

  On the nightstand was an envelope, a n
ote scrawled in Jason’s print across the front:

  For your new start.

  Ally picked up the envelope and smiled. He had given her more than her share. Jason was many things, honorable just one. He had promised to help her escape the old life she never deserved, so she could start something new that she did.

  Still, she longed for him, and a life lived at his side, to know what it was like to be with someone who loved her, even if only for a little while.

  But that was never in the cards, and Ally knew it from the start.

  She slipped out of bed and, waging war with hope, looked out the window. His Dodge was gone and with it, her only tie to the life she was leaving behind. Ally mouthed a thank you to Jason for everything: The money, the passion-filled afternoon, and the brand new start she would’ve never had without him.

  the end

  INSPIRED BY THE VIDEO “THE FAREWELL” ON X-ART

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  The following videos were used for this collection of X-Art Teasers:

  Fashion Models with Tyler, Scarlett and Bunny

  Spur of the Moment with Ivy and Sebastian

  Deep Longing with Angelica and Eufrat

  Play Me with Connie and Aaron

  Absolutely Gorgeous with Tiffany

  Afternoon Snack with Baby and Tyler

  Prelude to Passion with Gianna and Tyler

  Sacred Romance with Connie and Aaron

  The Farewell with Jessie and Tyler

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