"Uh..." I looked away, finding my bar towel."You're a beautiful young woman, Ivy." He drank his shot, grimacing in the mirror as I watched. "Good bart...nder too." Thanks." I wasn't sure what else to say. Most guys are easy to talk to, or easy to ignore, but not him."Who are you?" He caught my look as I refilled his glass. "I mean, when you're not here. Who are you, Ivy?"I shrugged and smiled weakly. "I'm still me." You're not a bartender all the time," the man insisted. "Are you?" No. I'm an. I pulled back, letting his legs fall to the bed. I looked down at him, now spread eagle on the bed, a look of utmost satisfaction on his teenaged face. I looked down at his ass, his hole gaped slightly and out leaked a steady stream of my fluid. Curiosity got the better of me and I found myself with my tongue back at his ass, casually testing the new flavor. My mouth was permeated with the salty cums flavor, and I found it was more than tolerable. Chase groaned loudly as I lapped my cum out of. And there I was washing my cum covered face after having two guys wank over it in the middle of a hotel bar with people watching, and boy, did it feel good. I felt like one of those porn stars that I used to fantasize about being. I decided to nip out for some fresh air before returning to whatever action was to come and went out onto the patio for a cigarette. Franco was there doing the same. “Hey, how’s it going?” he said with that cheeky smile of his.“Good, very good in fact, looking forward. It followed the narrow slit from one end to the other, savoring every delicious taste as it advanced. Then Mark retreated and began slowly, exploringly, to lick the entire pubic curl-fringed length once more. He'd only done this once before, and he paused when he reached the tiny bud of her clitoris, not certain if he should stop there or go on.Kathy thrashed and bucked under his assault on her sensitive little cuntal mound, letting out sharp little screams of pleasure from time to time, that.