All fear of rejection drowned by my last glass of wine. I didn’t even wait for him to respond as I grabbed him by the belt and pulled him into my ba...kyard. My pussy was so wet from the porn video I had been watching and I was not up for any foreplay. He seemed to sense this and didn’t say a word to me as he reached for my tits and began to squeeze them. I was in ecstasy and I absolutely did not want it to end. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it against my chest hoping he would get the. Her fingers moved languidly, in no hurry, and the top button popped open. Her fingers moved to the next ... and the next. When all of them were unbuttoned, she could still feel the cloth covering most of her. The coolness of the air on her skin suggested it was open five or six inches. His left arm was under her, in the gap between the arm of the couch and the base of her neck. His right hand came to flick the left half of her blouse back.His left arm pulled her up for another kiss and his. “Do you think your cock will make me melt? That I’ll be one of your women?”“Maybe you’re curious what’s so great about my cock that makes them all pant after me?” I asked.“There’s nothing at all mysterious about it,” she hissed, arching her back, pressing her soft breasts into my face. I turned my head, kissing at the inner slope. “Women grow wet for strength and power, and you have plenty of it, even if you’re emotions weaken you.”“You think surrendering to you was weakness?” I asked. “Doesn’t. My makeup was equally bold.I arrived and was greeted by a pretty clerk. And as I looked across the store I saw him. Tall, well built, handsome with deep penetrating eyes. He was about forty or forty-five years old and at least six-feet-two-inches. I could barely keep my eyes off him. The moment I first saw him, all I could think of was his cock. I imagined a large, thick, beautiful cock. I started looking at the clothing, especially the shoes. I always wanted a pair of sexy stripper.