The bar was a real beer and shot place. Somewhat of a dive. The bar was round, and all scratched up. The walls were yellow from the smoke. They were p...astered with neon liquor signs. The floor was this old dirty linoleum, which looked like it hadn't been washed in a decade. There was a pinball machine and old pool table that had some rips on the felt. It even had a poker playing machine that paid out, which one of my friends was fixated on- I realized why he picked this bar. I moved to the bar. She moaned and her body swayed from side to side and up and down. Her pussy was the center of her being at that moment."AAAAAuuuuuGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" she cried. "Ooooohhhh, Yeesssssssss!!Again, her juices flooded out of her, drenching the face of the man in front of her. He happily lapped up as much as he could as he held his face to her gushing cunt. She, in turn, pressed his head to her pussy as hard as she could.Slowly, her high ebbed; her breathing slowed and became regular again. The audience. I thanked Maggie for the care she had taken ofme and gave her a generous tip. She advised me that if I shaved my legsand underarms about once a week, I could probably go about two monthsbefore needing to return for a clean up.On exiting the salon, I saw that I had a couple of hours to kill beforemy appointment at MAC. I drove to the car park opposite their store andset off down the street to Marks and Spencer. I realised that to satisfySandra?s desire to take my cross-dressing to the limit, I. You pin my wrists, holding me down with your full weight, straddling me, your eyes blazing. You lean forward, licking, biting at my lips, my throat, my chest. You take my nipples between your teeth and bite down and I writhe in mingled lust and pain.You rise above me, your eyes gleaming with a feral light, your hair all over the place - and you slam down, taking my cock, claiming it as your own. Your pussy is soaking wet and you ride me hard, fast, brutally, your lips pulled back from your.