His beak was navy-colored to match his arms and feet, and the malleable portions of his lips smiled as his dazed green eyes glimpsed downwards.He was ...sporting the father of all morningwood erections. His curved navy-hued dick arched at attention as if performing a full salute. His oblong glans appeared fairly swollen, and he was sure if he gave them a poke he'd be beading preseminal. For a moment, he just stared at his own penis, watching it twitch and throb at his own command."Damn. Now, who. She tells me that her number one fantasy was to have sex in a sauna, cause she loves the sweat and heat. I tell her I love the way her sweat was dripping off her body when she was on the machines. She then tells me that the second I took off my shirt her pussy got so wet. This got everything going. I didn’t care if we got caught, but the lights went off in the locker-room and then I heard someone calling her “real” name. I grab my towel and she grabs hers. She tells me to stay and walks out. So. "Oh, that tongue," I said.She didn't answer, but she did continue to put her tongue in my mouth a bit, which I found to be very erotic. She first had her hands on my back, but soon they made their way down towards my shorts. She stuck her hands down my shorts, and into my panties to feel my butt. She caressed it slowly and then I knew it, as my nerves were up high. There was something special about this young woman, I didn't know what it was, but there was something besides her cuteness, that. After about a year of shopping there, I found out that they recruit strippers from halfway house type programs. It sucks so bad to be a Target cashier that they have to try to vulture strippers away from the noble profession of showing their asses.You're like how the fuck does this dude know this? He is full of shit, etc. I am sure many of you right now. Well, this one chick used to come in the gas station all the time and we had become acquaintances. Fat tits and ass, lots of tattoos.