” She closed her eyes, though not as tight as he’d have liked them. He zipped off his sweatshirt, and took it off together with his shirt, and thr...w them next to the couch. He hesitantly pulled at his belt, then just decided to go for it, pulling his baggy jeans down and off with his shoes and kicked them next to his shirt and sweatshirt as he swore he heard an “mmmm” from her direction, but when he looked back, she still had her eyes closed, and was smiling. “alright, keep em closed, I’m. You know the rules." Oh, he's playing alright," says Kay, and tips you a mischievous wink. "Its what I've come to see."The skinhead snorts, and pulls back the curtain, letting you through. You move into a large room, set out with tables and chairs cabaret style. The walls are draped with purple curtains and sheets, and of course there are no windows. There are more people than you were expecting - mainly sat down drinking and talking in hushed tones, although some are moving around. All of the. ” The message was followed by a link, she hesitated before clicking the link and seeing a large, pale bulbous cock pop up. She gasped, it wasn’t nice and smooth looking like they were on porn, or shaven. It was covered by a mat of dark hair and darkly colored veins. It was thick with a swollen purple head. She gave it about seven or eight inches, though pictures could be misleading.“Ohmygod,” she responded, putting one of her fingers to her lip, feeling her fingertip brush on her soft pink. She is sitting on a bar stool with her back to the bar talking to Chris. Already my pussy is so wet the inside of my thighs are wet. "Hi, I'm Samantha," I introduce myself. "Cindy," she replies with a somewhat shy but very sexy smile."It's nice to meet you," I say leaning in so she can hear me and placing my right hand gently on her left thigh, just above her knee. Putting my drink down on the bar behind her allows me to lean across her, getting a thrill from feeling my tits brush up against.