Her stroking stopped, her eyes closed, my fingers so wet as I finger fucked her deep. I loved her reaction and wanted more. Kissing her so deep, my fi...gers fucking her, her pussy filling my hand with her juices as her hand stroked my cock hard and fast. She told me how fucking good my fingers felt, but she needed my fat cock in her. I reached down, removing her leggings. No panties and so fucking wet. I loved it, her pussy was so smooth, no hair, so pretty and so ready for me to eat, finger and. I politely sat the people at atable, handed them menus, and even knew and recited the specials forthem.My face grew red as I turned away, embarrassed at what I was now able todo. Now uncontrollably able to do. This just wasn't me. I waited on noone. I told people what I wanted. Why was this happening to me? I mean,yeah, sure, I could be a bit tough on others, but that only helped makethem better people in the end. What did I do to deserve-"Sorry, but we've been waiting awhile for our. "Now why don't we get into bed and fuck?" the glamorous young woman suggested.Cal had to struggle to adhere to his purpose. But his mind had been firmly made up, and he had the Hinshaw toughness."Naw," he said, shaking his head and backing up. "I've got to go." His cock wilted.At this point he fully expected Viv to curse him. But her eyes merely glinted with new determination. She dropped to her knees in front of him again.Scooping one hand into his clothes and bringing out his soft, hairy. It was a carving knife, taken from his own kitchen. It'd do. There was a balaclavain there, too. It was cliche, sure, but fuck it: it was cliche for a good reason. At 03:27, she left the nightclub. Michael practically fell over himself clamberingout of his car, desperate not to lose his opportunity. She walked quickly,did his prey. The night always made her nervous, especially with so many rowdy,drunken men prowling the street. She knew she was pretty, even in her standarduniform, which.