Sex was lovely that night, and she fell asleep in his arms.They were lying apart that morning, though, when her alarm rang. It was hers, and he ignore... it, although some stray question as to why she’d set an alarm before his waking time tried to insinuate itself into his sleeping brain.She was back in the room by the time his alarm rang.“Don’t shower. I’m cooking breakfast.” Those were interesting data. She obviously had something planned. Well, he’d go along with it. But first, what did going. I downloaded Bumble because I thought it was hot that if you matched up with a girl they had to message you first. I matched with a few girls but the conversations were a dead end until I matched with Marissa.Marissa: He there what brings you to BumbleI thought how simple that question is and the simple is usually better.Me: Just trying to find the one for meMe: I know it seems hard but you will never know unless you put yourself out thereMarissa: Same just trying to find a guy that wants me. After a couple of minutes of brutal sex, he pulled out and pulled me up by the hair. i stood up he pushed me against the wall grabbed my hips and rammed his cock back into my hole, he fucked me hard against the wall talking to me in my ear "this ass is mine boy, this is how i will use you from now on" he fucked me hard before pulling out and turned me around, he kissed me deep. He picked me up and lay me on the chair on my back, he knelt infront of me and pulled my legs over his shoulders, he. Time to find some food for lunch, and relax before the gig would start. We walked across the main part of Darling Harbour to ‘The Pumphouse’ Tavern, and ordered some lunch. The fish and chips was particularly good; probably fresh this morning from the Sydney Fish Markets. They had their own craft beer on tap, too; I had one glass, a middy, of their ‘Pumphouse Indian Pale Ale’. The beer was quite refreshing, and a change from the usual VB that I would normally drink. Back at the Entertainment.