There was a lot to swallow too. He cums a lot when he cums, and I swallowed all of it. I even wiped round my lips to make sure I hadn't let any escape...It was very different from what I thought it would taste like, but I found I quite liked it after the shock of his first load hitting my tonsils. I knew what pre-cum tasted like, that's a bit salty, but slightly sweet as well, and clear like colourless honey. His cum on the other hand was creamy thick, and full of lumps that I guess must be the. My Isabelle was quite simply ‘sex on legs‘. She even smelt of sex; it would drive me wild just to sit next to her; her sex was overpowering. She; of course, knew this and she exploited it to the full. She wore flimsy clothing that barely covered her more intimate body parts. In fact; sometimes her clothing was so flimsy that it did not achieve that goal.She would wear a very little cotton skirt with tiny thong panties; knowing that if she opened her legs only slightly, I would be rewarded with. Are you sureyou're not Mexican?" Most definitely. I can't speak Spanish. Now, can you spare some food anddrink for me?"Marcelo said something in rapid Spanish and then to me, "We can dobetter. We give you fiesta. We will celebrate that the monster is deadand honor you for saving us."Whether I wanted to or not, I got dragged into a big party. I drank a lotof tequila, but didn't get drunk at all. I was wondering about that, tillI thought, 'Alcohol is just like any other drug, some kind of poison.. This area was considerably more quiet as I looked around with a quick glance to take in the thicker carpet as well as the d****s on the walls. Our little privacy booth was also decorated with d****s and other material that trapped noise. Sound did not carry in here very well at all so patrons could have comfortable conversations without being overheard.“My name is Morgan. If I may be of any further assistance, please notify Stephan, your waiter.” He said while handing out a wine list. Morgan.