A lot were dancing, some were at the bar at the far side of the room, while others were gathered in what looked to be like a common room with couches ...nd large chairs. ‘I’m going to get a drink,’ I told Kristina, as she bounced happily toward the common room. ‘Grab me one too!’ I nodded and made my way toward the bar. It had been decorated lavishly with blue neon lights running under the bar, casting a blue shadow against the wood. Sitting on an empty barstool, I waited for a bartender to. He was welcomed, or at least he got that impression, by the slender woman with long dark hair and a magnificent bosom with much cleavage on display in the lowcut blouse that she wore.Carrying on a conversation, she kept Manuel well supplied with his favorite beer, bending over to give luscious views of her barely covered mammaries as she served it. She noticed that his crotch swelled a bit each time she did that. Not surprising from this man who bragged that he was God’s gift to pussies.There. You lean against the cold stone window ledge, the window is wide open and the countryside is in front of you but you can't see it because you are blindfolded. The sun dances off your shoulders and hair, heating the skin it contacts but the real heat is down below, on my tongue and fingers. You tense, standing on your tip toes, your whole body tensed as the moment of climax arrives and you fight it off, savoring that high, that moment right before the explosion. I continue to tongue and. Guys liked it when I worked their cocks for them. George was no exception. "yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, George! Fuck me with your huge thick cock! Give it to me! Make me cum George! I want it, I want to cum on your sexy football stud dick so bad! Fuck me please!" "Arrrggghhhhh!" George groaned, hammering still hard and deep into my sweet fold. "Yessss!" "Cum inside me! I'm on the pill! Do it! Fill me up!" "Are you sure?!" His kindness made me even wetter. "YES!" "Oooohhhh kaaayyy!" His cum gushed.