’ And I thought, Hey shit! She really likes me, then. I put my foot on the bottom rung of her stool and stroked her hair. As I turned to take anothe... drink and she ran her fingers across my head. ‘Hey, it’s soft,’ she continued to rub my spiky hair. ‘Well of course it is,’ I said, wondering why she would think that my hair wouldn’t be soft. ‘I thought that you gelled it or something,’ she continued, stroking my hair. ‘No,’ I smiled. ‘It’s all natural. That’s just the way it grows.’ ‘And the way. I like it way too much. as she licked a few more times, her hand moved again, stroking me as her tongue licked me.She then pulled her head back and looked up at me with a most seductive smile and devious grin. Her hand stroked me a few more times before stopping again and squeezing on me lightly. Almost as if mocking me, she giggle, "Oh please no more punishment!"I thrust my hips at her telling her what I wanted, and before I knew it, I felt as the warmth of her lips engulfed my cock. Her lips. The truth was though, she didn’t need to dress up to look beautiful; she could walk into a garden of roses and the very plants themselves would turn to stare at her.“Like what you see?” She asked, bringing him back.“No, I love it. Just wondering what’s the meaning of all this?” He asked. She shrugged.“Does there need to be a reason?” She said, lightly running her fingers over his chest as she bit her lip.“No, I guess not,” He said, his smile growing wider. He loved it when she was spontaneous,. She wasn’t k**ding. We were literally a couple of doors down from the club. A few minutes walk in total! “wow how convenient!” I scoffed under my breath… "This is it," she said reaching for her keys to open the door, and as she did, she pulled me in then kicked the door shut throwing her keys into the darkness. “You’re mine, and you’re not going anywhere!” She said... I liked where this was going… I could still hear the muffled 4/4 dance beats from the club, yet they were now sexually.