"I moved closer and kissed her as i slowly eased my dick into her tight pussy. We both groaned."Fuck my little Latina-cunt", she said with an faked Sp...anish accent.I slowly pumped her pussy while it adjusted. We kissed again and she held herself around my neck and wrapped her legs around me. Her hands moved my back down and left a few scratches. I increased the speed. She moaned into my mouth. I continued this until her breath quickened. She moved her head onto my shoulder and moaned in. My little boy's got a stiffy. And it's a nice one too. I wonder how that happened. Now let's get these pants off," and she reached into my pants untangled my penis and pulled my pants completely off. "My dear boy," she said, "Have you been playing with your little Johnny? He's all grown up." And with that she placed a hand around my "Johnny" and stroked gently. "You like this. Have you done it to yourself yet?" I was having trouble breathing, my head was swirling but I replied that I had only. ”Leo flexed, making sure his arms and pecs were tight and bulging. He was a little angry and would have liked nothing more than to backhand the little slut but decided to be nice instead. For now.“Yeah but maybe some of you would like to trade up. Not you, really – no offense but you’re not my type – but that nice little redhead there looks like she could use a real man to do her right. Or maybe blondie there. Or even one of the black-haired bitches.”The auburn-haired bitch turned with a scowl. My problem is, I can’t just walk by without making myself known. I am a man. I can’t help it. The woman that you see at Starbucks is a woman on her way home from work. The woman that I see is a private fuck party waiting to meet someone that will make them lose all control of their inhibitions. The woman that I see is waiting for me. These are the stories that make up my life. Not my life at home with my wife, but my life as a nightmare for husbands and boyfriends everywhere. This week, I was.