” “I love it rough,” I say, rubbing your cock harder with my foot. “Check please,” you say in a shaky voice. I let out a giggle as the waite... brings our check. Once dinner is paid for you get up, grabbing my wrist, pulling me behind. Once we’re out in the back alley, you push me hard up against the brick wall. “So you like it rough huh?” you hiss into my ear. I nod my head, the rush of excitement overwhelms me and I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. You lean in pressing your lips. Before long, she changed into micro shorts and a t-shirt to go outside. We went to the nearest salon, where she spoke at length with the stylist. I told her.Baban: Your hair is a half-foot longer than last year.Halie: I know, baby, I’m telling the stylist to trim it.Before I could say anything, the stylist cut off Halie’s braid with his sharp scissors and proceeded to give her an a-line bob. When she came out, Halie looked like a doll with long eyelashes and flat-ironed hair. I held her. .. I had the confidence to relax and enjoy, and toyed with idea of blasting my load there and then, shooting my semen in the back of your throat..... but given the circumstances thought it may be just too much for you, and pulled away. Encouraging you to lie back again I moved in beside you, lifting your leg over me I slid under for the classic 'starfish' position.. taking your hand I put it on my cock again, now positioned right between your legs.Again you gently pumped it, but this time. I could see he looked a bit shy when he saw me, but his mojo came back.'Ok! Fiona, baby, come down to the stage!'He had called me baby! I knew I looked like a wreck after all the singing, but slowly I walked down the steps and onto the stage. He held out his large hands to help me up the stage, and winked at me.'Photo?' I asked. 'Sure'I took out my phone and held it up. I pressed my chest against his body so he could see my boobs perfectly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him biting.