Short talk befor the teen whore takes the stiff cock inside her wet juicy naked - 24 min

“I can understand you wanting to repay the favour, but she owns just about everything in here, including all the drinks behind the bar. If you want to thank her, though, I can give her a call and ask her to come down.” “I don’t want to disturb her or anything. Best leave her as she is,” I hastily replied, suddenly nervous about this new information. It made the prospect of any more salacious verbal jousting, or indeed, where it may lead, a bit too intense for comfort. “You know what, I think she should be down here and not hiding away. I’ll call her.” With that, Margot went to her purse on her table. I anxiously followed, trying to think of a way to maybe try talk her out of calling, but as I faltered, uttering an ineffective “ermm”, she was dialling a ‘phone in her hand. “Hi, Cynth, Margot here. I have a delightful young man in front of me who insists you come down and join us. He says you gave him a lift, and he is anxious to see you again.” Having realised the tenor of this unnerving statement, I started waving my hands like wind-screen wipers, in a sign of ‘no, oh dear god, don’t put it in those words, oh please no, no, no!’ “Yes, he’s the one… (pause). Yes, anxious, that’s exactly the word he used”, she smilingly continued as she looked me straight in the eye, and in complete disregard of my frantic signals. “He seems quite adamant, and definitely wants to see you. In fact, he is waving his hands around, urging you to hurry up… (pause), Yes, he is cute, isn’t skinny he? I’ll tell him you’re on your way.” I don’t know if my face glowed bright red at this point, but it certainly felt like it was on fire. “She tight said about 20 minutes,” Margot informed me. “She said she needs to change first.” “Thank you,” I said back, with a knot in my stomach which was hurting so much, it almost caused me to bend double. ……. About 25 minutes later, one of the side doors opened, and there seemed to be a palpable ripple of awe reverberate around the room. Cynthia was the epitome of stunning sensuality. Her short dark brown hair had been teased into spikes, which topped off her face in full-on black-shadow goth make-up. She wore a tight, red, low-cut, shoulder-strap top which showcased an ample and voluptuous cleavage and exposed most of the skin on her back. Her red sequined mini-skirt was adorned with tassels, and shimmied and shone as she moved. Her shiny black nylons seemed to shaved go on for miles, as they sprouted from wedge-soled red dance shoes. She looked like she should be on stage at a Madonna concert, and the only word I could think was “Wow”. She looked around the room, and nodded a greeting to several specific people, although thankfully not to me and my hidden dark thoughts, before she sauntered pussy around the outskirts of the room towards the bar. A random muse recalled the fact petite that not more than two hours ago, the hand of this sensuous creature had been squeezing the thigh of my girlfriend, and the teen memory caused an unwholesome stir. “How could I be stupid enough to forget that he was going to see everything? “That is what is known as pussy the G Spot class. The son of a neighbor “So what is it then?” Then it all collapsed. Blast after blast of my jizz erupted into teen her mouth. shaved Sorry, gotta go. I’d love tight to!” she says. Her father got a little mad because he noticed she was barely listening. She died and petite it's my fault." skinny