No need to speak. No need to let any syllable slip past your tongue. You turn your head to the barkeeper. He nods, and prepares two of his finest Mart...inis . A twenty dollar bill slides across the bar. Your eyes tell him to keep the change. He nods again She immediately takes the olive to her lips. She licks it, rolls it over her lips. Her eyes remain transfixed to yours. Her eyes say: No names. You agree. Just this one night you may have it your way with her. And vice versa. For another ten. Once I see your ass it might go up to thirteen.” She giggled, refusing to budge. “I am NOT getting this suit, Ian. It’s way too small! I want to look sexy, not like a fucking clown.” “Show me how your butt looks!” “My butt just looks like a butt, it’s completely exposed.” I playfully torqued my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of her ass in the stall’s mirror—but before I could really take it in she slammed the door shut again. “Bad boy!” she called from the other side. If the last. I had consented after much pleading when he ‘sweetened’ the deal with a free apartment on the beach. I knew it would be hot in July, but never as hot as it was. The humidity was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I also knew that I had no other friends in Florida , so I brought along my own entertainment in the form of a couple of porn videos in their colorful boxes. I was pleasantly surprised with the apartment. It really was ’right on the beach’. It was on the 8 th floor and if you. Her asshole was so gorgeous squeezing my cock, her ass felt so good when it was devouring my large shaft. She told me to stay still, at first I thought that I was hurting her but she spread her own cheeks apart and began moving and impaling her asshole back and forth over my tool. She was moaning louder and louder. After a few minutes, she pulled off my cock to show me how wide her asshole was stretched. The sight of her ass opened up and that dildo hanging off her body made my ass feel hot,.