Somehow Moe managed to talk down the price anyway. Not the over the ankle black slip on boots with two inch heels, which, like the jacket he had just ...ound and the leather one found in the East Village, surprised Moe when they fit perfectly. She had big feet for a woman. Kind of chunky the way old shoes would have been, the shape reminded him of army boots. Only weirdly elegant. Refusing to budge on the price, the owner made up for the lesser price of the dress.Bags in hand, and a very happy. ‘Come here…I need to have you, I need to feel your body shudder under my thrusts, I need to hear you breathing hard, I need to make you scream for more.’ No one has ever made me as wet as he could. Every word he breathed would stimulate my senses and leave my body begging for his caress, his grip, his rough hands firmly scaling my thighs. I crave him. ~ He slips his tongue into my depths and my back arches, my hands clasping the silk bed sheets, crying out in pleasure as he makes love. Her right hand slowly followed the rippling muscles down his chest, over his impressive abs, and grabbed his revitalized, throbbing cock.She stroked his meaty pole with intent as she looked up into his eyes. “I don’t have the money to leave my husband right now; so, you’ll just have to be content being my side piece. Plus, I like cheating on my husband; it makes my pussy wet for your big cock.”“That’s cool! I’m not the dating type anyway.” Adrian moved his hand to her cheek and pulled her close. ." The tables have turned, haven't they? Well, you do something for me, and I'll keep my mouth shut." What do you mean?" You know what I mean." Look, I take pictures. I don't fuck." Good. You can blow me, then." Hell no. I don't do that." Sure. By tomorrow evening, you can go find another job, too." Um.." You're out of bargaining chips, love. It's time to capitulate." I, um." She tried to say."Do it." No, I won't." You can try to call for help, but let's face it, I'll stop you. If you tell.