My mouth was drooling. I spotted a young black stud at the end of the bar, pants down, stroking his long, uncut cock with a beautiful mushroom head. I...looked at him invitingly. He smiled and motioned me over. He spread his legs, and shook his cock. "Is this what you're looking for white boy" he asked That question needed no answer. I was immediately on my knees licking his gorgeous cock and tonguing his swollen balls. I took his cock in my mouth and felt his hand on the back of my head. His. Her lips were so close to my face that each word she spoke was a kiss. ‘I had cum dripping down my leg on the way up to my room.’ Her hand tugged on my tie. I wanted it to be my cock. That perfume warmed by her skin drifted up to me. I knew she dotted it on the tops of her breasts, up her throat and behind her ears. I wanted to visit those fragrant spaces with my mouth. She was right. She did still get to me. Despite how wretched I thought she was she had me wanting her again. I looked her up. The roofs were all flat, and Thylisa could see that some had various degrees of gardening attempted on them. Callous led her to one of the tiny hovels and fit a key to the door. ‘If you’re the ‘most efficient thief in the city’, why do ya live in this place? It’s more fittin’ ta a two-pip thug’ Callous smiled as he turned the key and opened the door. ‘I have my reasons,’ he said. While the outside of Callous’ home was a dump, the inside was a palace. Silver statues sat atop short marble. He moves closer, until he is the, lying his tongue on my ass crack. He gives it one long lick, before he begins to probe just the outer part. He teasingly pushes just the tip of his tongue inside me; I quiver, wanting to push towards him for more. I know better not to though, waiting like a good girl. I feel him flick the setting to the vibrator up two notches, now on three. I feel the zipping sensation zap me hard. I cry out, and cringe trying not to move. The pleasure I feel is so.