My fingers hurridly working to open his pants. Once I had his pantsopened I could see the outline of his stiff prick through the fabric of his boxers....i was now desperate to get his pants off.I could think of nothing but getting that big hard cock into my mouth. I wanted it. i needed it. I had to have it.Finally I had. I had him in my mouth. His hands were behind my head pushing me into his groin. I knew he wasobviously using me, filling my mouth and throat with his unrelenting cock. He was. I made my mind up – when she came back we negotiated for some time in a room, and I went to the bar to pay. She gave me a towel and told me which room to goto. She would be there in a few moments. When she came in she locked the door, put on the AC, some music and dimmed the lights. Perfect. Then the ‘dance’ started! She kissed and then I saw she had a tounge stud….and her mouth smelled a little of cachaça. She let me have my hands all over her while we kissed, exploring those perect titties,. I pulled up my pants and decided to go get one last drink. I sat in the armchair I was in before, a glass in my hand and a cigarette in the other. Three girls of my age had come into the club and started dancing together. I had my eye on one, in particular, with long curly hazelnut coloured hair and eyes of the same shade, a simple green dress that highlighted her breasts, and long waxed legs who knew their way around the dancefloor.Unfortunately, I had guessed that these girls were gay by the. My heart was racing! Why was her door open? Was she inviting me in? I slowly plucked up the courage and decided to inquire. ‘I will walk past her front door’ I told myself ‘that way she wont grow suspicious’. I did just that and as I passed her open door, I flicked my eyes ever so slightly into her hallway. I passed her door and stood on the other side gasping for air! My god! She was standing in the passageway, almost as if she was waiting for me, just standing there with her right finger on.