As he slid in another three, four, five times, uncomfort quickly faded and was replaced with that lustful feeling of just being so FILLED with him. I ...oaned and sucked on my cigarette as he fell into a rhythm that was much more to-the-point; much more FUCKING than it was being soft and careful like our first time.I kicked one leg up and over his shoulder as he continued fucking me into the bar manager's desk, and one of his hands grabbed at the collar of my jacket, unzipping it some and popping. She would surely welcome his advances gladly after so many lonely nights, and by this subterfuge he would make love to her. At the height of her passion, he would suggest that she go down on all fours, so that her could plough her from behind, which would be the opportunity for our suitor to take his place and enter her divine portals with his rampant cock. Foolish man that he was, the suitor thought that this was a most excellent and cunning plan, and he could hardly contain himself at the. Ren took it from her. "I haven't touched it -- I don't drink alone." There's plenty left. Do you have any Coke?" I do." She opened her mini-fridge and retrieved a litre bottle. Then, she handed him the glasses.He poured rum into the glasses and topped it with cola. "Cheers." Cheers." They tapped rims and she drank from hers. "Excuse me," she said, holding her fist to her mouth. "Problem with carbonated drinks -- they make me burp. I felt that one in my nose."Ren sat on the bunk she used as a. She looked down on his sleeping form, his wavy black hair ruffled, his face peaceful and his eyelids closed concealing dark eyes that burned with passion when they made love. Mark never exercised as such, but his work involved lifting and moving heavy boxes every day, and it showed in his muscular arms and shoulders. He didn’t have the highly defined abs that the body builders who displayed themselves on Venice Beach exhibited, but his torso was nevertheless well muscled, and, in Sarah’s.