He rose and slid off of her completely before moving over to the bar for some water as she struggled to reset herself.He walked over with his drink an...d stood over her as she rolled to her feet finally. “Ah… was that illegal?” He asked.She looked at him in the universal expression of guilty bullshit. “No but…You didn’t pay me, so...” She walked over to the bar, wiped her self down, and licked her fingers.“Oh.” It did make sense actually. She led them back out at a much more leisurely pace. My eyes had made a complete circuit of the room when I saw him standing at the end of the bar. He was dressed nicely and my pulse raced as I looked him over. His description of himself was pretty accurate. He looked to be over 6' tall with short blond hair. He had on tight jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked like he knew what he wanted and didn't care what anyone else thought. He turned and looked around the room and finally noticed me sitting there, staring right at him.The waitress brought. Yes! He could feel and hear her tight cunt sucking on his fingers. He passionately kissed around her swollen lips. God! I need you in me so bad! she moaned. Slipping his fingers out of her, he positioned himself between her legs, lifting them up on his shoulders. He held her hips and drove his cock deep into her burning love hole. He had to groan at how tight she felt. The look in her immaculate blue eyes made him only love her more. Yes, Marin! Oh, I love you so much! she cried. He thrust. What were you thinking as I was describing allthe things I've seen you do and have done to you atthe schvitz? Which memory is most vivid?******I was thinking, that is what a slut would do.And I was asking myself, how did I become one. Isuppose, the most vivid would have to be with beingfucked by you, feeling my legs being spread a littletoo wide, sucking a black man's cock, you walkingaway, getting on my back, still being fucked by you,and having a new cock in my mouth.4. Every guy I've seen.