He started chatting with me and soon I felt his hand creeping up my thigh towards my crotch. He was soon groping my dicklette and whispered in my ear ...hat he wanted me to join him in a private booth. He then handed me a token telling me I could use it afterwards to come back in, and then I wouldn't be losing out on anything. I got up and we went to a booth down the hall. Now this place is pretty cool as it has "double" booths. What they are, is there are a double seat in each of them, without. He growled in some animalistic tongue and pressed further into me. Never had I known another man to fill me so fully, stretching my tight muscles around his thick shaft, pressing deeper and deeper with each thrust. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against me with each thrust, driving me wild! My hips pressed upward to meet his time and time again, and the lovely wet pop pop pop pop of him pounding me filled the air. Hands groped at unknown bits, and tongues dived to taste every inch of. The car kept getting closer, and I was happy to be saved, but the car drove right past me. Deflated, I stood in disbelief as the car moved along. Suddenly, the car slowed to a stop, and I ran to meet it."Hey, would you give me a lift...", I started until I saw the driver. She was a picture of perfection, long and lean with the cutest glasses on. Mesmerized by her eyes, I truely forgot what was happening."So, you getting in or what?", questioned the angelic voice from the car, bringing me. ’ She turned her head away, but watched the stranger from the corner of her eye, swallowing back her uncomfortable interest. His broad shoulders filled his black tailored suit perfectly. His thick, full hair was an obsidian forest of desire, his skin a rugged, sweet mocha. His mouth spread across his chiseled face in a contagious grin. ‘What are you laughing at?’ Harmony’s mother broke the silence, staring in contempt at the stranger. ‘I’m sorry,’ he laughed as he stepped into the room, his.