"I'm immediately excited, but have no idea who it's from. So I'm caught between lust and ignorance. What can I do?Send a reply, I suppose. So I compos... a text, keeping the language as neutral as I can. "Hello. You look fascinating, but I don't think we've met. How did you get my number? Are you sure you've sent this to the right person?" I press send and rejoin my friends at the bar but moments later, my pocket buzzes again.I step aside once more and this time, the picture is of a very full. I knew my big nipples were hard beneath the ribbed fabric of the tight tank. He swallowed hard and looked back up at me and asked if he could help me with my problem. I kept a straight face and looked at him and asked how? He said that night we were together and he had sucked on my breasts and drank my milk was one of the sexiest things he had ever done. He had been dreaming about the possibility of doing it again and now if it would benefit my condition he would offer his services. I. How could he ever go back to his boring old life in... oh god, only one more hour?Squeezing breasts like handlebars, Marcus rammed his cock in-and-out of the face pinned against the side of his bed. The throat bulge that once disturbed him was now a familiar and comforting sight. He had never fucked his trainer's mouth so roughly and for so long, but he wanted her eyes clogged with cum and spit so she couldn’t see the time and her voice box crushed so she couldn’t remind him of the date.Then. So she decided to save herself a lot of thought energy and gave in right away."Ohhh, yes," she whimpered as his index finger reached the topmost split of her pussy lips and began rubbing up and down between the nerve- covered flesh within the confines of her culottes. Her hips jerked sharply, slightly, in response and her pert, firm little ass slipped forward to the very edge of the sofa. Her legs were wide open as he worked the culottes down from her hips. Charlene was ready, willing and more.