.. late sixties, early seventies rock?”“I might be a stereotype after all,” she chuckled, slamming her empty glass down on the counter to get th... attention of the bartender. The stout man walked over to her, his expression one of perpetual displeasure, scowling at her as he began to pour her a refill. Matt noticed that one of the patrons a few seats over to their left was now passed out drunk, or perhaps sleeping on the counter, the bartender seemed indifferent and made no attempt to rouse. When her hand touched my puffy pussy lips I moaned into her and she let out a lusty scream, her hand pressing harder against me, her fingers entering my slit. Her pussy was so wet it felt like it was flooding my mouth, my face was covered in her delicious juices as she rode my mouth. My pussy was also incredibly wet, I could feel the moisture running down my ass and onto the couch. I could feel her running her finger up and down my ass crack and getting it wet, then I felt her pushing in,. Bentley left Holden’s side, catching me before I could sit down. He jumped into our ‘hug’ position, eliciting a smile from me as I wrapped my arms around him. ‘I figured anyone cooking me breakfast wouldn’t be here to hurt me.’ ‘You’d be surprised,’ Holden said, stirring the contents of a frying pan. When he finished, he turned around to face me. I drank him in. Had it only been two weeks since we’d seen, or heard from, each other? His dark hair was a bit longer than before, and today he was. The windows were closed and I dont know if the moans were heard outside or not.I continued to lick her pussy and payed more attention on her clit. I licked and smooched her clit more and more. I smooched very hard and fast. Meanwhile she squirted very hard like a river on my face and I opened my mouth and tried to drink as much possible. She was a heavy squirter as before also I had made her squirt. I drank her juices and she became numb.After a while she rode me while I was seated and I held.