He wasn't wearing boxers so I could see the base of his cock immediately. It was just as massive as the picture he had sent even flaccid. I pulled h...s pants off all the way and just stared at his cock while gently massaging it. I could feel it start to stiffen and I began to bathe the massive black cock with my tongue. Slurping it up and down the massive at least 10 inch cock, I could feel my cock start to leak precum. I finally got the cock lubed up enough to be able to slide it into my. "Don't tell anyone!" She yells and she's all fucking panicky you know.And I'm like "You kinky bitch!" And she's like "Fuck you Albert! What the fuck were you doing in there?" "Having a wank, same as you!" "Well then... why don't we just fuck instead?" Now I know you're thinking this doesn't sound like realistic dialogue, but how fucking often do people talk like a Tarantino movie? Never. People actually do say corny-ass lines because we're don't walk around with fucking thesauruses in our. So I finished my beer and sought it best to head home for more of a good time. It had been a hot, humid, and sweaty night so far despite the winter cold. We have this entire house all to ourselves and we know exactly what were going to do to one another. She heads off to slip into something a little more comfortable. I meanwhile I get the fire going, and the hot tub as such. The cannabis incense fills the room with that distinct euphoric aroma. I get in the tub and wait for her to appear. Then. “Drive me home. I’ll cook for you before you have to go back.”Before she could say anything either way, he got out of the car and walked over to the motorcycle parked on the side of the lot. He grabbed the T shirt hanging off one of the handle bars and pulled it on, then he pushed the bike into the garage and locked everything down.Rosalia waited. She knew she should’ve just driven away. He wasn’t about to help her with her problem, and now that she knew he was on parole she didn’t want to push.