..more, he thought, suck it, suuuuck.The room was grinding now; a burly, hairy man was holding his girl's head tightly in his hands as he thrust a hug... cock in and out of her willing mouth. He was grunting, holding off, exploring, his mouth in a half-sneer as he watched his thick shaft pumping between red lips. His voice was low and demanding."You like that baby? You like daddy fucking your little mouth? You like that?"Wet slurping noises overpowered him, the groans were primal, bestial."Suck. That was all the time needed for David to rally his tribe behind a perimeter with a variety of weapons protecting them. He stood up and walked right up to Big Joey, armed to the teeth, yet nude now, raising the mobster’s hackles as he hadn’t anticipated such boldness. David had survived Gianni Falcone and he now had a demon at his back. He was much less afraid of Big Joey Massena.“Who the hell are you guys, anyway?” Big Joey insisted on asking David now.“Funny choice of words, friend. Who the. It’s yours, but it can’t open until after the convention.”“Oh good! That is one of the things I wanted to bring up. Pete here has, how many boxes?”“At least twenty.”“Right, twenty boxes of games and other donations for the tournament and club. And he says a lot more are coming. Can we use that if nothing else to store them? We will need to go through them all, decide what to keep and what to give away, and work out some details for the tournaments. Would that be a problem?”“Nope, not at all.. Fantasising, her hands slowly started trailing over her paint-covered shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, which made her nipples very visible already, and a soft whimper escaped her as she brushed her fingers over her buds. She squeezed them lightly, then harder, rolling them between her fingers, but as her pussy clenched, she knew she wouldn't be able to make this last. She was much too excited, and her mind kept fantasising about possible adventures that could be the result of her exhibition..