You smile and tell me I’ve been a very good girl. You go to the kitchen and return with glasses and a bottle. “I hope you’re still going to be a...good girl after this!” you say handing me a full glass of my favourite. I don’t answer but the voice in my head, the one that tells me not to oblige so much, says “and if I don’t?” In my head I hear your response. “Naughty girls don’t get cock” and it’s in that damn tone again. I smile to myself and wonder whether I really might have finally crossed a. What really is a turn on are the ones with large fat arms! Those harden me quick and the plump fingers. I often thick on how I want them to wrap around my cock while she's sucking me. I want her to hold me by the legs while I slid my fat cock inside her mouth and watch as her saliva wets it. I watch as her jaws go up and down and her fat wriggles while she's on me, I try not to finish so I look another way so the visual pleasure doesn't have me ejaculate quickly but the physical satisfaction. I talked with Jill and she said that she had some things that I could wear and that she would bring some things over to my apartment before we went out and we could both decide what we would wear. Jill and I were a lot alike. Both of us were 36 and wore size 4 clothes. I was a little surpised when I saw what she had brought – a lot of leather. To cut to the chase, she told me that there was a new fetish club in town and that it would be fun to try it out. I put on. This was all he needed he started touch my cock vigorously and couldn’t able unzip my jeans so I unzipped my jeans he immediately started sucking my cock so hard and roughly I could feel his teeth at first tried to stop but I couldn’t.He pulled down my jeans I was technically naked now he didn’t stopped blowing. His warm mouth and cold night made me horny. I was enjoying his rough blowjob but somebody was suddenly stand up from his place checking the place where the bus is so I took his head.