I get to be the man now. He's nothing but some air-headed bimbo that can't help but give her boyfriend head everynight. Ha, ha! He's got my role no.... I'm the man . . . no more taking orders. No more on my knees. He'll be on his knees. His pretty knees giving me a blow-job. He'll be the one with the tiny body, and the even tinier feet. Walk a mile in my shoes and you will never, ever look at me the same way. Yeah . . . cause they are YOUR shoes now Jimmy. And those are YOUR feet." . I’m sure my moans were heard from the hallway of the hotel. He gently curled his tongue around me, in a way so sensual it made my legs shake. I cried in pleasure as he drew his fingers up to me and glided one in, he gently maneuvered a finger in me, rubbing the ceiling of my pussy. I already felt the warmth start to crawl up my chest as he continued to lick and suck on my clit. I slammed my hand down on the sheets and cried out once again in delight. He slid in a second finger and I gently. As my grip tightens on the two orbs of your backside, your beautiful pi gu, you grind against my cock. I push against you with my hips, a clear signal that I want you. I want to be deep inside you. I want to make love with you. Wo xiang he ni zuo ai. I want to hear you say: “Harder. Deeper. Faster.” I want to splash my juices inside you, to mix with your own wetness. “Sit up.” You do; sitting astride my hips, my cock insistently throbbing between your thighs. I release the. She was with another woman, younger, probably having a drink after work. Sharing a carafe of white wine. The guys went through the first pitcher, and ordered a second. But after another fifteen minutes, Marty said he had to go. He was running late, his girlfriend was texting him and would probably be pissed. He left Gus with half a pitcher.Gus stayed. He wasn’t going to waste the beer, and he wanted to keep his eye on that woman over there who was glancing his way, smiling at him, and making.