I wet my thumb with your juices, work it slowly, insistently, deep inside your tight ass. Then out. Then in. Finding the rhythm of my fingers, only no... they’re at your clit. Stroking, teasing. I’m pumping you hard now. The weights bounce and torment with each thrust. I can hear your breathing getting ragged. Feel your body begin to tense. Feel you rise up to meet my thrusts. “Come for me, little girl. Show me what a naughty, needy, greedy little slut you really are. Come hard for me.” As I. It was an adult bookstore. He said it had booths and a small theatre, and there were always horny guys hanging around. I figured it would be a good place to start experimenting with my sluttiness.When I entered the door, I immediately could see that there were, indeed, a lot of horny guys hanging around. Old ones, young ones, fat ones, skinny ones, good looking ones, not very good looking ones. There were some that looked to be prosperous, and some that looked like they had been down on their. ”“What do you think about the quality of the house itself?” Jake asked.“It’s a lot harder to say than you might think. Sheetrock, trim, and paint can cover a multitude of shoddy practices underneath. Cockrell’s always had a reputation for cutting corners in places that don’t show. A couple of decades down the road, you start to need repairs. It might be best that you’re only leasing.”“You should take that with a grain of salt, Jake,” Jan said. “You’ve never heard as many snide, backbiting. We had been talking, recovering. We started talking about the marking, again. He suddenly put his glass down and left the room. I heard him going down the stairs and it was minutes later before I heard him coming back up the stairs. When he turned into the bedroom, I enjoyed a sight I would never get tired of … his big cock (even flaccid) swinging between his legs with each step.He crawled onto the foot of the bed, spread my legs and held the paper with the tattoos on it next to my drooling.