Then I pushed her towards the wall, smooched her and slowly raised her. I positioned my cock. She spat in her hand and smeared the saliva on top of my...cock. Then she kept my cock head on to her hot cave. I slowly pushed my cock into her. The entry was bit easy as the cave was filled with her juices.When I entered, she gave a meek moan and held me tightly. I stayed like that for a few minutes so that she can adjust to the size of my cock. I bit her nipple to make her horny even more.Then I. ”For a girl who spoke ‘some’ English, she seemed to have followed every damned thing he’d been planning, and witnessed his single-handed torpedoing of all those plans. The calculating look she wore now made him feel like a mouse being looked over by a cat. He made a mental note to try not to underestimate her again. Setting the satellite phone on the small desk, Taylor stepped back to lean against the wall and rubbed his face in frustration.“I wasn’t talking to her about ‘buying’ a prostitute.. ” I asked her why.“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but as they say, you can never go home again.” She continued, “Mom still likes to treat me like some teenager. Always needing to know where I am and what time I’ll be home. Christ, I’m 32 and have been on my own for years.”I laughed and said, “Yeah, I could see where that would suck. But I am sure she only has your best interest at heart.” “I guess you are right, but I need to find my own place, just for my sanity.” She exclaimed.As. I’m getting hungry.’ We went to a small Italian restaurant where we got the sampler plates and a bottle of white wine that she’d had at the showing. She knew her wine, for sure. It was so light and smooth that I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t more well known. We were having a blast, when she saw a dab of marinara at the corner of my mouth. ‘Are you saving this for later?’ she asked, as she reached over to wipe it away with her finger, her middle finger, which she then placed against my lips.