’ But it was, as Faith lowered to cover his nose and mouth. ‘Just try and struggle free. I dare you.’ And, as he began struggling against the m...ff of authority, Faith began to feel his indomitable spirit with a hand down his shorts, and decided on terms of surrender. ‘Let’s make love not war.’ Turning around, she pushed the disputed pants to his knees and engulfed his growing cock. ‘Mmmm,’ she moaned around it, as he pulled her muff back to the negotiating table. They lay together, nearly. The first touch of my pussy was hot and warm and when I pulled away my sticky juices clung to my fingers. I sucked on them and tasted my sweet cum, pretending my fingers were his hard cock. I returned my moist fingers to my pussy and began to rub my swollen clit. I arched my back and moaned, rocking my hips against my hand. I found my slit and slowly entered one finger. I began with a slow and steady movement but I was so hot that I had to move my finger in and out faster to receive the. ”“I know,” he said, defeated.“Good boy,” she whispered, condescendingly patting his thigh.“We’re still imbibing later, right?”“In the sense that you’re going to sit at my bar and drown your sorrows for free while I work my tight little ass off, just like you always do, I suppose.”“Well there’s something to look forward to.”“The drinking, the sorrows, or my ass?”“Two out of the three.”“Breeder perv.”“I love you too, Wendy.”Strictly speaking, Wendy’s position in the city’s wine hierarchy wasn’t. He opened up and smiled. “Come in,” he slurred. He pointed to the couch. He watched the lissome guy switch over to sit down. He could tell the pretty boi had a sweet, foxy, dainty bubble butt. “Want something to drink?”“What do you have?”“Beer. Liquor. Water.”“Gin?”“Yeah. Straight?”“Hell nah,” lisped the guest. “You got juice or ginger ale?”“Sprite.”“That’ll work. What’s your name?”“I’m Jay,” he said heading to the kitchen. “You?”“Call me Nicky.”Jason gave Nicky the drink. “You’re beautiful,”.