The man's name was not George. Or Mr. Smith. His name was Damon Arquette, though few, if any people in this country were aware of his real name. He an...wered to 'Mr. Smith.' He had no idea who George was, nor did he care beyond the fact that there was no one named George who worked at the club. That made him suspicious of the pretty woman standing in front of him.Damon was, by nature and by necessity, suspicious. It was how he had survived in this business and how he had been as successful as he. However, I’m still horny and continue to play with my toys. I’m rubbing the wand all over my clitoris and pick up my glass toy and push it back in.In and out, I fuck my warm treasure until wonderful thick cream trickles out of my pussy hole.“Fucking hell! This feels so fucking good."I’m jamming the vibrator deeper, the cream is pouring down my thighs and I arch my back as the orgasms are pulsate through my body. The sensations are just amazing. My breathing is now shallow.“Shit," I mumble. "It. I tightened the grip of our hold. There was a romantic scene going on in the movie, when I started looking to her. Even she started glaring into my eyes. I leaned forward and gave a peck on her lips. She held me by my hair and we started smooching. After 2 minutes of passionate kiss, it got pretty intense. We were biting each other, having tongue fight and what not. I broke the kiss after 5 minutes and asked her if she wants to do it in the bedroom (Bedroom had AC and it was getting pretty. She gave me a naughty smile and removed my t shirt as she let my t shirt fall I scooped her in my arms and took her to my bedroom as she was making designs with her fingers on my skin and my hairy chest. I laid her down on my bed and she sat up, this was when I started sucking her neck and the back of her ears, as she gasped and held my head tight, I slowly moved sideways to her shoulder, and sucked her shoulder bone slowly moving to her arms not stopping the sucking as if it was a nectar I was.