Free The XXX Files Season Two (Episodes 5-8) by Lexi Maxxwell

OK,” Courtney said, not turning.  
    The old woman must have thought she asked her if she could please start her life story because she started spewing shit Courtney didn’t care about, right from her pie hole, starting with how one of her oldest friends, Michael Diamond, had been living at the Rosewood down in Florida for seven years now, and was loving it more all the time. Both of her children, Rebecca and Adam, thought she should move down there, too. They were paying for her to fly to Florida so she could check it out. Adam was driving east from Georgia to meet her.
    Courtney slowed her jack, suddenly frightened the woman might realize what she was doing.  
    Brad ordered her to ignore the old woman and go faster. He didn’t like being at the edge and unable to blast, and was lifting his ass from the seat, fucking his dick deeper into her loosened fist.
    The old woman was just clueless enough to pull a wallet from her purse, stuffed to bulging with pictures from new to peeling, displaying generations of her bloodline. Courtney switched from her right to her left, then started stroking as fast as she could with her weaker wrist while leaning forward toward the old woman, feigning interest.  
    Brad moaned in a whisper as Courtney continued milking his length, apparently finding the perfect rhythm as her hands slid up and down with enough speed that other passengers could probably hear the fapping under the blanket, though the old lady still seemed clueless.  
    Courtney knew she should slow, but couldn’t, possibly as turned on as Brad was, even if she was miles further from orgasm.  
    As if he were reading her mind, Brad suddenly slipped a finger under her waistband, past her panties, and right inside her, sending Courtney into an accidental moan — almost a squeal — which startled the old woman. Either finally realizing what was happening under the blanket, or thinking Courtney was having impure thoughts about her third grandson, Gibraltar — named after the Rock — the old woman yanked her photos away from Courtney, as if she had been treasuring them, huffed, then twisted her body back toward her window, looking as if she would parachute from the plane if given the chance.  
    Courtney thought good riddance , then turned her full attention to Brad and blew in his ear.  
    “I’m going to fucking cum!” he whispered through gritted teeth.  
    She said, “I can’t wait,” and that was all it took.  
    Brad erupted in a fountain of cum, spraying everywhere under the blanket and making Courtney feel like a fool for forgetting how Brad was always a pint when compared to a normal man’s tablespoon.
    Courtney kept her hand under the blanket, wondering how she would clean it. She turned to see the old woman now staring at them in disgust.  
    Courtney was red-faced.  
    Brad laughed, then said, “Well, would ya get a load of that?”  

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CHAPTER 4 — Brad Hammer

    Brad and Courtney had been circling residents of the Shady Palms Retirement Village for two hours and had uncovered approximately dick. Whatever tingle of excitement he felt while watching the video — horrifying as that was — had gone mercifully MIA. Brad couldn’t believe that he’d been turned on — even mildly — by the piles of withered flesh he’d seen on his phone.
    Brad felt like a giant, ageist asshole, but couldn’t ignore his feelings: Old people looked disgusting, at least all the pasty, white ones. Apparently, Florida had a severe Melanin shortage. Everywhere he turned Brad saw sun damage, wrinkles, freckles, and liver spots. He thought his dick might actually be shrinking, crawling back up into his belly.  
    “This is bullshit,” he said to Courtney. “This isn’t Division crap. This belongs to the local ding-dong cops. There’s nothing paranormal about a bunch of horny old broads and dirty old men. This is Viagra’s fault, not aliens or anything paranormal. And it’s dirty. I don’t want to know about old