Every weekend I would come back to Toronto to work. After work, I would generally meet up with my buddy, his girlfriend, and others friends at a club ...here my buddy Dj’ed. Sometimes we would all end up back at his place for post club night drinking. Sometimes I would pass out drunk on the couch downstairs while my buddy was upstairs fucking his girlfriend. Everybody else either already left , or had passed out long before I did. Some nights though, the girls and the others didn’t come back to. Stéphane lui demande d’ouvrir la bouche… Il jouit avec un râle de plaisir, se répandant sur et dans la bouche de notre salope. Sur son menton et sa joue gauche. Et Patrick demande un gros plan sur sa chatte. Encourageant Chloé à se lâcher, il accélère le mouvement de sa main. Corentin lui a relevé les jambes et la jolie brune est sur le dos. Elle geint longuement mais Patrick lui demande de ne pas tout donner. Elle doit nous offrir trois fontaines. Chloé crie en expulsant un, puis un autre jet. Just saying I’d fuck that hot piece of ass!” Doug shook his head. “Barkeep,” he yelled.Pip came over.“Close me out,” Doug said.At the end of the interaction the Kentucky Colonel left a twenty dollar tip.Pip scooped it up with joy. “You want another, Mr. Mullins. I’m off soon. Just letting you know.”“I have something to ask you. Lean close!”“Yes, sir?”“That dude said you’re into me. Why would he say that?”“Cause you’re a sexy bear of a man. Rough looking. Most handsome guy I know.”“Bear?”“Hairy. I was so fucking turned on, that my only concern was holding my own orgasm off to possibly meet theirs.It was not meant to be…I felt myself going over the top…my nipple in hypersensitivity being manipulated with my free hand…the other doing it’s best to emulate the thrusting of my son into my daughter.I could not hold back…my eyes closed to the vision within myself…my breathing out of control…a moan stretched into my consciousness but seemingly from afar…then I peaked…my legs turning to rubber,.