Stacey Saran – Sex addicts skip therapy for sex

Ever since I fucked that old pervert John in the backseat of the Fake Taxi, he’s been letting me drive the cab around to pick up passengers of my own like Billy King. Billy was headed to the clinic by the station, the one with the blue doors, and I knew just the place he was talking about, the sex addiction clinic! How did I know? I had been there plenty of times myself, though my treatment wasn’t exactly going well. It had been 60 days since Billy’s last fuck, but a horny blonde with big tits like me offering him a…