His muscular chest seemed to shine like black steel in the lamplight."You heard me Mo," he said, pushing the lanky man aside with the back of his larg... hand. "You want to give her a heart attack or something? This bitch is money." He took the paper from the lanky man's hands and read it over quickly. Then he looked me up and down. He seemed to tower over me. "Take yo jacket off, sugar pie. Let's have a look at you."I slipped off the little pink jacket."Spin around for me."I did that,. “Plead for a length of my cockshaft, I taunted.“Very well, please,” she asked in annoyance.“Say ‘Please cock me,” I taunted.“Oh just do it!” she sighed and she lofted her skirts to her chin.She was entirely bare beneath. Her breasts hung like ripe pears, her mound hid beneath a flurry of golden curls and her teats were roused and her quim glistened. “Oh you poor thing,” I teased as I dismounted from my steed, “Your needs must be assuaged forthwith!” There was a barn, and a stone wall but my. ’ he commands again. This time, he hears no noise except what he imagines is her cellphone falling from her hand and hitting the bench. As the seconds tick by, he thinks maybe she hung up on him, but no. The line is still open. He hears static noises and then her breath. ‘You… bastard… ‘ she whispers, laughing and breathless. ‘Good?’ he says laughing. ‘I need to change my underwear when I get home now…’ she says accusingly. Or tried. She wasn’t convincing. ‘Oh no. The horror. I guess I. To me it felt like all those other people were camouflage, an elaborate type of scenery setting- all that mattered was the electricity between the two of us. We kept drifting together, holding hands, flirting, touching briefly. We didn’t notice how the time passed and how the people around us dispersed. We fooled around on the beach a little longer- kissing hungrily, touching each other. His hands felt so good on my body, he squeezed my breasts gently and rubbed through my bathing suit top. I.