I do go through a lot of girls, sometimes twice, but Carly had come back for third helpings of hard cock. Carly wasn’t too impressed when I didn’t recognise her from Adam, but who cares. More importantly, what was she doing back here? Turns out she’d recently had a boob job, and a good one at that. Very nice indeed. Though I did make up some bullshit saying it probably wasn’t her boobs that let her down it was the lack of filthiness on her part, and that my clients are looking for real filth bags. So I asked her if she was up to the test? Luckily she said she’d prove how filthy she could be. Right answer. So I dispense with the formalities and get down to business. Within minutes she had worked up a sweat and squirted all over herself and the sofa. Good girl, this is what I liked to see. Then during the blowjob I began to remember her a little, only because she was fucking amazing at giving head and deep throating. I mean really good, she had complete control over her gag reflex even though I gave her a thorough testing. From here there was some hard fucking, anal fucking, speed fucking, deep fucking… you name it I did it. Accumulating with me blasting my man muck all over her face, mouth and hair. Well I won’t be seeing her again, as I’m moving office soon, so farewell fit tits.