‘Rogue, I can’t do this. I…I don’t know what’s going on here but it’s not right,’ he pleaded. ‘Aw come on now, sug,’ she started, al...eady weakening his defenses with that accent, and her voice cracking cutely, which happened when she was excited, ‘I saw the way you were staring at my girls back in there. Though I can’t blame you for staring. They are big, perky, natural, and warm,’ she said, cupping her breasts and massaging them with an arch of her back as she described her chest, ‘and until. He could whisk her off to the club and tease her all night until she was begging him to drive her home and spend the night fucking and playing in the tower room with the curtains open and the darkness mellowed by the far lights of the city on the horizon. He had been anticipating the taste of her sweet pussy and the sensation of her long, manicured nails against his skin. He was straining against his fitted jeans just thinking about it.The hallway was partially lit as he quietly entered the. All men know about situations when you want to pee, but you can't. "'C'mon, Tom, do it do it to me, piss right in my fucking slut face..." The piss came out in a hard stream, I really had to go. It seemed like she had done this before...she had my piss going in her mouth and she was spitting it out just as fast...she was spitting and gagging, but she let me soak her forehead, her cheeks, around her ears, her hair, as she held her mouth open, tongue extended. It was running off her onto her. The smell of incense hangs in the air like a dream, and the bed is decked with white sheets, and red rose petals. ‘Where is she?’ you ask yourself aloud, as you stand there taking in the sight, feeling a stirring in your pants that you haven’t felt for a while. You hear a slight noise and feel hands slide under your shirt, slipping it over and off your head. You feel fingers trailing over your skin, making you feel a shiver all over. You want to turn around, but the one touching you will not.