00:01:05.640Do you only like themor they make you horny?3000:01:06.200 --> 00:01:07.680No, I only like them.3100:01:08.680 --> 00:01:11.560Wha... type of guy can make you horny?3200:01:13.560 --> 00:01:16.440Someone smart.3300:01:17.000 --> 00:01:19.720What else does this guy has to have?3400:01:19.960 --> 00:01:24.320Have a good body, be handsomeand have a nice dick.3500:01:24.360 --> 00:01:29.240Oh, great! What is a nice dick for you?3600:01:29.680 --> 00:01:32.040Big and. She flirted shamelessly with both me and Jack, kept us simmering with the aplomb of an accomplished prick tease. She had the whole repertoire: the wide-eyed interest in everything we said; the sultry pouting smile and soft suggestive giggles; the subtle touching, hand coming to rest lightly on our arm, her fingers from time to time 'accidentally' brushing our thigh; the frequent flicking and tossing of her lustrous dark hair, the tongue sliding around full sensuous lips and the oh-so-cute. Everything about him was different…better even…than her husband. His Black skin, his muscles, his confidence…and most of all his cock! Her mind was racing. What should she do – she could scream, (why hadnt she?) Did she really want this to happen, was that why she had let him in. She stepped forward as if testing herself, closer to him. She could smell his dick, the musky scent of his balls, it filled her senses. She whispered to herself as she sank to her knees sorry Michael and with that she. With an electrifying jolt of terror and guilt, she grabbed a hand-towel and arranged it turban style around her wet hair, then wrapped a bath-towel around her still-wet body. Nervously, she ran down the stairs to greet Dave in the hallway. As she descended, in her mind she attempted to compose herself, to justify her actions to herself. Although what she had done was terrible, a thousand pounds was a thousand pounds – more money than she wouldve earned in several months at the pub. She made a.Read More
