Rick bent down and whispers into her ear
“Whatever the fuck I want, bitch.” Rick pulls the chicken wing up higher, eliciting a yelp from Marie, as he uses his free hand to push down her bottoms. Milf sex Rick, still alive on the road, knew something was terribly wrong. “Can I help you?”
Suddenly, Rick was overwhelmed. The alarm clock, joined Rick in a chorus for a brief moment as they both made about as much noise as they possibly could. He laid there, upon what he assumed was the floor based on how far the ceiling seemed to be. He looked at the tent, and then to Marie. Rick sparked one up, and idly chatted with the people he’d later be sharing classes with. He scanned around his room for anything out of the normal, but everything was exactly as he left it.
