You wash the glasses you stole for Mara in a men’s room handbasin then blast them in the hand-dryer and they shine, and the red titanium-composite f...ames glow. They’re drop-proof, you tell her, handing them over in the case the malleable girl gave you, Plus they’ve got a ten year warranty. Or you can take ’em back to the store, if you don’t want ’em. It’s okay if you break my heart. I don’t have one anyway. She laughs, folds her arms, unfolds them, tickles her hair behind her ear, but takes. She's a slut and often fucks a lot of us guys. I don’t care. Sometimes, you need to have a good fuck just to keep going. I went back to Victoria and she had already turned over. I put the magazines on the table next to her chair and then put the tropical drink down next to it. “Anthony, be a dear and put oil on my front.” I poured the oil on my hands and worked it along her collarbone and her neck and stomach. I rubbed the oil all down her legs. When I was putting the lotion on Victoria, she. He only allowed me to do this for what felt like a few brief seconds. Stephen abruptly pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped my face with his hard on. “Finish your water first!” I became very motivated to finish all that water. It was hard for me to force all that water down but I did it. It took me a several minutes but I did it. I felt really bloated afterwards but I stopped thinking about being bloated and more about sucking Stephen’s cock. “Ok, you can suck me now.” Before. He finally unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs. He was getting sexier by the moment. He began to undo his pants and take out his massive cock. After his pants came off, he grabbed my knees, pulling me closer to him; he didn't make me wait to feel him and slid his dick into my soaking pussy. As he started to stretch my pussy, I struggled not to yell out in pleasure: I don't want anyone passing by to know I am getting fucked in a parking lot by a complete stranger. He thrust into me.