Only the main floor is open.” “Nah, George and I are cool. I can get in.”She looks drunk as fuck but still unconvinced. “Suit yourself.” I s...y with a shrug. “ You just seemed in a hurry to me”She bites her lower lip and I hold back an exhale. She’s not even trying this time. She’s just erotic by nature.“Ok fine, but you can’t come up, just show me where it is.”“Yeah, of course.”None of this is true of course, I barely know George and all the doors are definitely locked. But I don’t want her. And felt her tightness and blood from her. and kissed her lips and massaged her breast. With small movements i started to make in and out movement slowly. And she started to cooperate with me. I started with slow speed and increased my pace(she was biting her lip to avoid making sound) and i fucked for long time. I used to masturbate least two times at night, so was able to hold down longer and trust me fucking her is much better and gives more pleasure then hand-job.She had her second orgasm. "I don't know what you mean, but maybe you should get to bed." She flashed her pearly smile and leaned a bit closer. Her long, red fingernails were twirling at the hair of his chest. "It's just difficult, being an Italian woman... with a thing for black men..." Alarm bells went off in David's head. Carrie continued, "I see the videos online, you know? But there are so few handsome, available black men in my country." Unsure of what to do, David tried to gently pry Carrie's hand off of his. That’s, to me, the only decent thing to do. It’s nothing above the call of duty, and the fact that it is seen as such is depressing in itself. I’m George, by the way. George Jacobson. You probably know the Bottom family, of course,” I shook her hand, but was thrown off by her warm hug.“Well, you stood up for our Megan. You’re family now. All of you are. You’re welcome here from now on and your money is no good here,” Evan Jones insisted, shaking my hand.“Yeah, we know the Bottoms. And who are.