My friends would describe me as a party animal. A bar slut is a more accuratedescription. I live to party. Using false ID I patronize various bars fou...or five nights a week. Between bartenders who think I'm good for business andguys looking for a piece of ass I seldom pay for a drink. A lot of guys thinkI'm an easy mark as I typically am inebriated early in the evening. They soonlearn that I'm quite selective as to whom has the privilege of fucking me I'vemade more than a few enemies both male. He threw them aside muttering something about ruining a perfectly good pair of panties. Then the next thing Wendy realized he had put the bar of lava into her mouth. The taste was strong and disgusting. Wendy nearly gagged. “We’ll get you all clean and then you’ll be okay to suck me off,” Bill said. Wendy merely mumbled while trying not to gag on the soap. After a bit Bill took the soap out and suds dribbled out of Wendy’s mouth. Then he undid his pants and hung his limp cock in. Our tongues danced together as she moaned into my mouth. I went to grab her waist but her hand caught mine and guided it swiftly within her panties as my fingers found her sopping sex. She bucked slightly, moaning more as I began to gently stroke her clit, the heat and wetness driving me mad. Her hands traced the outline of my member through my jeans before she delved under my waistband to grab my hardness. Stroking it, she broke our kiss and moved her lips to my ear, her breath hot on my. She climbed on top of me and rubbed her wet slit around my throbbing dick. “You want to fuck me daddy? You want your little girl’s pussy?” She slipped me inside of her. Her warm wet pussy pulsing around my dick. She moved herself wiggling around getting me all the way in her as deep as I could. She started to ride my dick fast, moving her ass up and down her tits moving up and down right in my face. I started to grab them and lick them, sucking on her nipples. How the fuck was this happening?.