" Ooooohhhh." Ashley moaned as she nuzzled into my shoulder. " Oooohhhh." These were the moans of escatsy. They were moans of one body responding to a...other. Moans of acceptance. " Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh." Ashley continued responding to my gentleness. Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ooohhhhhhh." Ashley was moving in time with my hips and thrusts, her pace increasing as I did, her pelvic area grinding against mine. Ashley felt the stirrings deep inside her. Slowly, she was. You were hot. I mean like pay-per-view hot.’ Glad I’m not TBS hot, that would have been devastating. Kevin rubbed his jaw line and tried to put some space between himself and the lawn ornaments I was chucking at him. His hands were covering his junk. Of course, because what’s the most important thing to protect in life for a man, his doodle and company. But then I caught the sight of flesh. ‘You were masturbating!’ I screamed aiming for his chest with a pink flamingo and pointing an accusatory. He jerked his hand away, ripping away the left side of Psyche's black leather corset baring her breast."Oh great," she yelled through the agony. "Another titty shot for the nightly news."Hyde laughed. "Nice. How 'bout a lap dance," he said, pulling a massive hard cock from his pants.Psyche's blue eyes flared with fury. "I'm NOT a stripper any more," she raged inside.She spun and kicked, her leather boot connecting with the brute's jaw. Bones crunched. He bellowed in pain. Still spinning, she. It wasn't my place to..." No it's alright. I never should have thrown the phone it's just that..." She sobbed then and sniffled and fought back tears, turning her face into a mask of anger. "That son of a bitch is such a liar. He's cheating on me I know it. My friends told me so. He's in Miami fucking that slut! How could he!"I swallowed hard. I had no intention of getting involved in a lovers’ quarrel at one o'clock in the morning. I had a flight to catch the next day and while it wasn’t until.