Good man."From the start, from the first time she had groggily made out his features when she regained consciousness in the pilot's hut, she had been ...rawn to this strong, knowledgeable man. That kiss, she knew, was not meant as a simple greeting, but as a prelude. One kiss, between improbable survivors, was perhaps an anomaly, something that could be forgotten. She could take his last words and turn them into the beginning of a conversation. But she could feel her own desire, and she knew his. The glory hole booth... the stranger... the huge black cock in my asshole... and the now rhythmic sound of his cock pounding my ass was slowly but surely becoming all too much for me to handle, making my tiny erect dick spill cum all over the seat in the video booth, moaning in ecstasy as this built black stranger continued pumping his huge cock in my asshole."Typical little dick," he said, fucking me harder and deeper, his thighs smacking rhythmically against my ass while I moaned from the. Any excuse to touch him again. ‘This is purely professional. Nothing more,’ she tried to convince herself. She licked her lower lip in anticipation of his response, hoping he didn’t suddenly try to lay charges on her for molesting him on a public beach. ‘Am I imagining this?’ Bob thought to himself. ‘Could it be possible that this woman is here again, in front of me, offering another chance to ride this wave?’ he asked himself. Would he be able to walk away from this a second time? Bob couldn’t. "Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!" exclaimed Santa, as he was stepping down. Walking around the glowing sleigh, Santa reached up to hoist Rachyl down from the parapet."Now, my dear, remember. No sweets until later," Santa voiced."Of course, Santa. No sweets until later," Rachyl coyly replied.Walking arm in arm up to the door, the two made quite the couple. Rachyl's beauty obscured Santa's rotund physique. Her hair truly glowed with a gilded aura, her eyes twinkling with ravenous appetite as she.