Don’t wear red lipstick, baby…that’s for whores. Yet every model he downloads online licks the tip of her own nipple through distinctly red lips... I like you without makeup, baby. You don’t need to wear such a short skirt, baby. Translation: I don’t want other men looking at you, the way I look at their women. Back to my closet. I have had well over three hundred lovers. He knows about fifty or so. We have had the ‘so how many have you had’ talk that all lovers are prone to now and then. He. She seems to enjoy it but of course, I've only got an eight inch cock and can't compare to the four strippers I mentioned."The bartender could see Harry was having a hard time breathing. "Hey man. You didn't know what they were doing did you? Shit. I'm sorry to be the one to drop it on you like that. Here have a drink." With that he poured the cheap bourbon into a glass and handed it to Harry. Harry tossed it back and coughed.Harry mumbled thanks to the man and left the club.He went home and. From the couple of gasps I heard, I though he must be enjoying the view - so far! Or were those gasps just for my benefit?I was a bit unsure of what to do now, he had seen me topless, was he happy with that, and was that sufficient? Or, now I had my skirt off, did he think, or want me to, go further?I waited a moment to see what I could hear. Nothing. He didn't appear to be moving away.'OK' I said to myself under my breath, and moved to sit on my bed. He wouldn't actually have been able to see. Holy fuck, she was HOT. Perfect round tits, jiggling at my fondling them.I sucked the hell out of them when my one hand went down to her clean shaven pussy. She was fucking wet. I fingered her with one hand while I was sucking her crazy. She was moaning and pushing me more and more into her breasts. I could feel her shaking a little bit. I stopped sucking her breasts and went down on her.With every touch of my tongue in her pussy, she squirmed and moaned. “Please don’t stop baby. That’s so.