You suck my dick. I cum in your mouth; you leave. No small talk; no names; just blow and go. No long, drawn out emails. Send a photo and we'll arrange...to meet. "He named a hotel a couple of blocks from where I was staying. From the headless photo in the ad, he looked like he had a decent body and a cock that I could handle. I knew that a lot of these ads on Craigslist were fake but I figured I'd give it shot. The worst thing that would happen is I'd end up going to bed early. I didn't really. At the same time I felt my hard nipples, my arousal.I glanced at David but he had adopted an impassive, professional face as well.“Get up.” They both grabbed my arms and helped me get up. Not gently, rough.Even though I had no clothes to conceal anything Ryan started to search me. Normal at first, then squeezing my tits and shoving a hand between my legs.He rubbed my crotch and smiled. “Well, I think we will have to make some adjustments to her uniform.” My eyebrows rose and I felt David's grip. He waited for the light and pushed the bike across the crosswalk and into the parking lot. A note on his door claimed he had a package at the desk. He wheeled the bike inside and dumped his gym bag on the kitchenette table.One wall of the suite was covered with pages torn from design and architecture magazines. He'd been trying to familiarize himself with the trends before hiring an architect.He made the quick trip to the nearby office. The package turned out to be flowers. Diane Beamer, the. Your legs close tighter around my head and your fingers run through my hair. I push my fingers in as deep as they will go and my tongue flicks hard over your clit. You tense up and buck your hips into my face. I groan out for you and keep my pace up. My hand moves from you ass and up to your breasts where it massages and pinches your nipples firmly. I moan out again "Ahhh baby... cum for me... please... all over my face and fingers".Your hands run down my stomach and legs then back up again..