.phir achanak se ek glass gira 5o maine dkha ki uske dono chuche pair se dabke ekdm uske suit k bahar jhaank rhe the…mra lund ekdm garam loha ho gay...…main apne lund ko bistar pr ragadne lga….wo mjhe dkh rhi thi aur shayad smjh v rhi thi main kya kr rha tga…pr phir v wo waha se nhi hati thde der tk…kaam khatm krk wo mre room se chli gyi…us din uske naam pr maine 5 baar muth maara..sala lund sujh gya tha..Phir us din k baad se main roz mauka khojta tha ki kaash uske chuche ya gaand chune ko mil. I can hear the frustration and something else in his voice. Something I've never heard before. Lust? Hunger? I really hope it's both since I feel the same thing I'm moving my hips a little bit against his front, which makes him curse. I continue this little teasing until he tightens his grip and growls, “God. Are you trying to kill me, Kiki? I've been dying all night long already. Looking at you in this dress has been making me crazy. I can't stop looking at you.” One of his hands finds its. .. I get how ripped nice jeans are cool, like "oh these are classics, James Dean mother fucker." But why the fuck would someone want to look dirty? Are these like retro Mexican Jeans? Why would someone want to give the impression they just got done picking strawberries when they didn't? Either way -I'm in a bar and I'm drunk as shit. Let's all agree that we've had their fair share of beer goggles. Twilight Zone kicks in....Fat is skinny, ugly is hot, Arabians are not Arabians, etc. We all. He was already so horny that he didn't last long and he exploded in my mouth and I swallowed his cum. As soon as he was done. I look back to see Stephanie getting fucked by this big black stud while sucking on the other guy's cock. I asked the manager if I could go in, so she could see me watching her. He said yes, since he could tell I wasn't jealous at all but was turned on instead. So as I walked into the room, the two guys smiled when they saw me and Ismiled back as I walked up to.