“Woah, you’re gonna start a fire!” Steven drew back, releasing his hands, “here, try this.” He unzipped his fly and pulled out his long hard... cock. “Oh my god, Steven, what are you doing?” Jacie turned her head as if to look away, but her eyes were glued to his member. Steven took her hands again, drawing them back to his shaft, she tried to pull away, but her eyes deceived her, hunger shining through. He pulled her arms forward, her body reacting and trying to pull back. “Just go with it,” he. We imbibed and consumed. We tasted life and love and youth. Sometimes it was too much and we vomited. But when that happened, our friends held our hair back and nursed us back to adventure with laughs and the understanding that they would be next in line. When it was just right, we could close our eyes and devour the exquisite experiences of food or flesh.Our skin. Oh, that was the ultimate goal. Touch. We reached out with our hands to feel the world around us. We touched earth and sky. We. There was no one else around Cat noted, as there hadn’t been, for hours. Cat let her friend tug his cotton boxers past his toes. The woman stripped off her tiny green cotton knickers and giggled. Greedily she took his ample cock in her hand like a precious object and squatted over it. She slid down his length easily, she was so wet. As she took him inside she made a satisfied whimper before setting about increasing his pleasure with a faster pace. She rode him with enthusiasm and would stop. I buy her 2. She throws her head back in laughter. "Dion, you don't have to get me drunk." I answer her, as if the thought hasn't crossed my mind. "I don't know what you’re talking about," as a smile crosses my lips, "It's a 2 for 1 night." She rolls her eyes, smiling, then turns her back to the bar, scanning the dance floor, as if looking for someone. “Who you looking for babe?” She turns back to the bar, downs one of the drinks, and starts working on the next. “So, you going to let me.