You need to swallow every drop. Prove to me you’re man enough to take my spunk.”As he thrust further into his friend’s maw, he said, “That’s... right, you know you need it. Your mouth is so talented. You must have wanted this for so long.” Finally, after two minutes of increasingly ragged words of lust, he moaned, “I’m gonna come! You’re so good, take it all!”With a groan, he held tightly and thrust forward, burying all but an inch in his friend’s mouth, and after his first spurt flooded out of. .....................Silke.......................oh...................oh please"If there was ever a tonic of love for her, this was it.Silkie was four foot eleven, naked, and Denis was six foot three and one-half inches, but she was excited and pushing into him with her hips, ass, and short powerful legs:"Denis do you want something?Denis said in the smallest voice he had, in French:"Your sweet piss"Silke had studied opera for many years. She knew all about faux outrage:"TELL ME YOU WANT IT!. " He started and looked down as he felt something. The girl's hands were at his waist, struggling feebly with his belt. "Hey!" he rebuked.The girl didn't seem to have heard him. She continued to fumble, her hands shaking almost uncontrollably, trying with the desperation of a junkie after a fix to undo the fly of C's trousers. C grabbed her arms. "Hey!" he called again, half lifting the girl to stare into her eyes. "We didn't come for that! We're here to talk about Paul Hollings."The. The bar stools were always occupied. As soon as one woman left, another took her place. Some didn’t even have time to sit down before they were leaving the club hand in hand with a new lover. Later in the middle of the night, as some of the customers were getting a little drunk, women would sometimes come to blows but were pushed outside by the female bartenders. There were also three “hotels”, which rented rooms by the hour. Surprisingly they were actually well kept and clean. No smoking was.