There it is again, one of those awkward pauses. In the midst of the semi-crowded bar, both of us know why we’re there and what we want to do with, a...d to, the other. It’s an unspoken sexual ether that hangs in the air between us, both of us knowing the other feels it, too. This would usually be the moment when you would excuse yourself to the restroom just to ease the tension and make your decision in private, the decision for or against a sexual encounter. Before you can do so, I place my hand. "Nice one, David."Magda and I were having coffee after breakfast the following morning."You were pretty hot yourself, Magda."I decided I'd go for it."Is Carl always that quick?"Magda's laugh answered my question."Yeah, mostly. He's a hair-trigger kind of guy."She shook her head."I'm trying to teach him, but it's slow going. Haven't decided how much longer I'm going to work on it, either."She reached across the table and took my hand."How was Nancy?" Oh, man." I know she's not ready. Did that. I watch her play with herself for a few moments more. She is very wet, her pussy glistens and her fingers are damp with her juices. I can see the slickness on them, as she slides them out of herself. They make a delicate slurping sound with each thrust. I watch her pussy lips fold inward, as her fingers disappear inside her. I watch her clit move from side to side as she rubs it. It changes colors, pink to white, with every pass of her finger. She is watching me, watching her, with a slight. Then slowly pulling all the way out. enjoying the view of my dick opening up another bbc loving slut. holding him by the hips I give a hard thrust deep inside his bitchboipussy, causing him to jump off my cock" don't run from this dick bitch" pulling him back by the hips once more slamming my cock back inside him with all the force I could manage. "its to big daddy" the slut tries to scream once again jumping off my dick raising my hand swiftly hammering it down onto those cheeks like a hammer.