.. ", Sofi motioned, as she shifted her gaze back at Matt's bulge.Matt shuffled over in front of Sofia, his jeans still bunched around his ankles. Sof... reached out and ran her fingers over the length of Matt's cock through the soft, thin fabric. "Why, you're not even hard yet!", she exclaimed as she squeezed him. With that Sofia reached up to grasp the waistband of Matt's briefs and yanked them down over his hips. Matt's cock sprung out, pointing straight at her face. Though it was not yet. Down onto the floor in front of you, his eyes and yours fixated together. You crawl up his legs and undo his buckle. You unzip him and fascine the button. Reaching inside you feel his girth. It’s what you were hoping was holding his jeans so tight. You pull his erect cock free and look up past it to his face. You are quick to smile as your stroke him slowly and then place your mouth on the head. He leans his head back and moans loudly. You take his sign of submission to your mouth and take what. Inside the box were a pair of red silk boxers, a red silk shirt, a red tie, a bottle of cologne and another note that read…’ I figured you might be running a little late tonight, so I took the liberty of getting a few things for you…you can provide the rest of the wardrobe! Love you, and see you at 9. ANGEL.’ Marcus surveyed the contents of the box, picked up the tie, and thought: ‘Great, she probably has some sort of party planned.’ Not exactly what he wanted, but there was not much he. Using his free hand, he climbed on the hood, hooked the winch cable to the rocket, and knocked a sheet of ice off the launching rail. Once clear, he mounted the rocket to the rail and inserted the firing mechanism. "Fly straight, little buddy." Finn gave the rocket a wistful pat. He adjusted the launcher so that it was pointed toward the ground. If launched on flat ground, the rocket would hit the snow about twenty feet in front of the armored bumper. He climbed back in and tapped the dash. "I.