Someone who would care (or would pretend not to card) that I wasn't 18-25 or hung like a small pony. I responded to a few guys who noted they were la...ger than average with noting race (didn't matter). Rates seemed pretty comparable and some were more open about ensure I wasn't just going to get a back rub for my money while keeping the conversation light (as in to avoid law enforcement). So I picked one guy who seemed to be straight forward and understood that I just wanted to get a guy hard. I took a big sip of my whiskey to get rid of my thoughts of her pretty nylon legs. But it was too much for me. I just got it down my throat and started coughing like crazy. Lauren quickly gave me gentle tapes on my back, but she couldn't stop laughing either.“Ha-ha-ha. So so...you will be fine. Yeah, whiskey is not for everybody!”I was still coughing a bit, but I managed to catch my breath again. I needed to ask her where she got that passport from, because it was still in the back of my. "Slowly he pushed inside her tight pussy and tossed her head back sending her long hair tumbling over her shoulders. His hands clutched her ass, his fingers digging into the soft skin, as he began to thrust."You don't cum, this is for me." Yes sir." Her words were muffled against the gag and he yanked it down pulling on her hair. "Tell me." I wont cum sir." He pressed down on her back pushing her against the bed. His free hand curled around her hip and pulled her back to meet his thrusts as he. Bliss. Dirty, so filthy. I pushed my arse against his finger inviting more of it in. He took his cue quickly and started giving some very solid thrusts. It burned a bit at first, but that soon passed as my arse relaxed around his finger and I could feel his folded hand resting against my arse cheeks. This was so good. My cunt full of bottle and a finger all the way up my arse. My boy was starting to get very active with the bottle and it was feeling too good. I wanted to feel.