Maine bottle se ek hard peg banaya aur sip lene laga…bister pe lete lete hi mein tv dekhte hue whisky pe raha tha ki achanak wo mere paas aake pawn ...e paas beth gaya. Idhar udhar nazar ghumake usne dekha ki mere under garments gele hue meri trolley ke upar rakhe hue hai toh usne mujhse pucha, arey sahab aapne kacchi ko sukhne kyon nahin diya. Maine kahan tumhare hotel ka room itna chota hai ki isme kahan sukhne deta. Usne kahan koi baat nahin mein aabhi ise sukhne de deta hoon, kehke usne meri. ’ ‘Well, wait until I’m home over there,’ she said smiling, pointing to the one lone house I’d seen before. ‘Then you can take them off if you want.’ ‘What?’ ‘This road only goes to my house and Mr. Crandall’s down the road, and he doesn’t drive anymore. The chances of you seeing another car on this road are next to none,’ she said with a beautiful smile. Her face was gorgeous in the slowly setting sun that cast a golden glow over her tanned skin. She looked like an angel with a halo of gold. He'd been asked a few times by interested men or curious women. Not the macho, sexually unsteady type, the question amused him.He moved gracefully. He did well at tennis and basketball in high school. Both sports continued with friends in college and law school, and he joined a tennis club and managed to find partners to play in the city of strangers, Chicago when he got hired after passing his Illinois bar. He jogged every morning. He kept in shape.But grace left him when in the presence of a. Joe: NO! STOP!Katrina: (starts pushing slowly) Oh, you have such a tight little ass, bitch. Do you feel it? I’m pushing in. I’m going to make it slow and painful.Joe: NO! DON’T!Katrina: Oh? You don’t want it slow? Then how about THIS!!!! (Katrina suddenly rams her cock in all the way in one hard thrust as she says the last word)Joe: AAAAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS!!!! GET IT OUT!!!Katrina: Oh, come on, slut. It doesn’t hurt that bad, does it? Weren’t you going to do this to me? Well if you don’t care.