The walls were painted a deep blue with several framed posters hanging at crooked angles. The furniture looked tarnished and well-used. I noticed the ...arge flat-screen on the wall that was on, with a music station playing soft jazz. He had the lighting in the apartment down low, as if he was purposely setting the atmosphere to woo a woman.“Have a seat. I’ll get you a drink. Jack Daniels, right?”“Yeah, thanks.”I set my shoes on the side of the couch. Then I sat down and crossed my legs,. When he got there the parking lot was almost deserted. He thought it strange that a coffee shop would not be busy at that hour, even on a Saturday, but just chalked it up to part of what looked like was turning out to be his lucky day. He was looking at all the breakfast goodies in the display case, looking for the perfect accompaniment for his coffee, when he heard a voice from behind the counter."What can I get for you... well, I'll be damned. Is that you, Tommy?"Tom looked up. "Sissy?" he. Isiliye me kisi ladki ko apni girlfriend banane ke bare me soch bhi nahi sakta.” Fir mosiji ne kaha to tumhe kesi ladki pasand he. Me bola “mujhe to bahi ladki pasand he jo mature ho. Usme sence ho. Har situation ko handle kar sake. Magar ye sab baten sirf sadisuda lady ke pas hi hota he. To mujhe koi bhi chalegi, lakin usme ye sare quality honi chahiye.” Mene apna jalfek diya unpar. Ab unka reaction mujhe dekhna tha.Unho ne kaha “tum bilkul mere jese ho. Mere aur tumhari soch kitni milti he.. The surprised look on his face made me giggle. It was replaced by lust and desire as I squeezed my walls again. I rose to my knees and let his cock slip free. Wiggling down his thighs, I settled between his legs. I gripped his hips as my tongue flicked the precum shining on his slit. His hips shot off the bed and he groaned, “Take it baby…swallow my cock.” I rose to my knees, ass in the air, and swallowed that thick cock down my throat in one motion. One hand cupped his balls as I began to move.