Curling my middle finger inside of her, I let it slide against her g-spot, and she cried out and began bucking even harder. She had a hard time keepin...g her attention on my pussy, but I didn’t mind.Suddenly, she tensed, her pussy gripped my finger, and she clamped both of her hands over mine.“Fuck!” Miriam groaned, shaking. “Fuck, Dee! I’m coming!”My heart jumped. I had made another girl come, and as she shook, her juices soaked my hand. I looked up at her and thought how beautiful she was. How. She gave her number to someone during the conversation..she seemed to be fun loving girl during her phone conversation..I heard her phone number and made a note of it..I thought I’ll flirt with her,knowing that she’s funny.. I texted to her number “is it so tasty? ;) -the guy next to you :)”She hang up the call and saw my text..she turned towards me,smiled, but didn’t say anything..After 15 minutes I got a message..it was hers..it read “I think it will be tasty if you have a taste for it ;)”She. I grant ‘The Silver Greyhound’ is an unusual name for a French tavern, but although the sign was written in English the locals referred to the place as le lévrier d’argent A knowledgeable English traveller seated at an adjoining table to ours in the dining room, furnished us with a reasonable explanation for the name.English monarchs have employed trusted men to carry secret dispatches since the days of Richard III, but it was King Charles II who first gave these couriers a symbol to identify. The musky scent of her sweaty crotch fills my nostrils. “That bitch is a natural cocksucker,” one of the guys sitting at the table across the room says.“What’s the word on that shipment of AKs?” Nekeisha asks as she grabs my ponytail and starts pumping my head up and down on her dick. “We’ll get them to the buyer and get our cash before the end of the night,” another man sitting at the table quickly says. “You fucking better! If I don’t get my money, someone’s gonna fucking die.” “Don’t worry,.