“If you can guess it in three I’ll let you fuck me in the bathroom.” A fountain of warm whisky and Coke sprayed from his mouth, and in seemingly...slow motion due to the strobe lighting from the DJ’s lighting rig, rained all over the bar. The look of utter contempt from the barman made him cringe. “Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry,” he shouted over the bar. As he started to dab up the droplets of liquid with a napkin he took a guess. “Lisa?” The girl picked up a straw, popped the end between her crimson. As I wind down from the peak I watch him suck on one of his fingers that were in me, a look of pure hunger on his face. He looks at the other and smiles at me, he then places the one he didn’t lick at my mouth and tells me to lick it off of him. I gently suck it into my mouth, and suck on it, running my tongue all along it like I did his cock. He watches me intently and smiles as I do this. He pulls it out of my mouth and leans down and kisses me deeply. Placing himself at the opening of my. The next was from that of Lady Bridget.I went off to hunt up dinner.I was brought up short, later, in my reading of Book II at a passage where Bridget tells Colin that:"I'm not beautiful. I don't come up in the least to the artist's standard. My measurements are wrong. I'm too small."To which Colin responds: "That's rot."Only a few weeks ago Winnie had told me that she was too small. I didn't think she was "beautiful," but I certainly thought she was nice-looking. Not a film star. But who'd. Turning my attention back to Shakira, I thought we could use a new position. Letting my cock slip out of her creamy cunt I tuned her around and bent her over, and there it was—Shakira’s voluptuous ass. I gazed in appreciation. She reach her hands back grabbing her ass spreading her cheeks, I tugged my stiff love-pole thinking to myself to not get to excited for fear I might blow my wad to soon disappointing Shakira, so I did the most reasonable thing a man could do in that moment, I dropped to.