"Rip them off, stud," she commanded huskily and bucked her pelvis provocatively towards me. I grabbed the sheer lingerie and tugged. The tearing sound... was gratifying to hear, and it was also apparent that Cristine hadn't lied about being horny. Swollen pussy lips protruded between her juicy labia, and the top of her thighs glistened. Not wanting to waste any time, I swung her legs over my shoulders and buried my face into her pliant apex, kissing her soft, dark bush before clamping my lips. She spread the word. Your reputation spreads like a California wildfire. Nobody even offered to buy me a drink, let alone offer me $50 for a blow job,” she said.“Okay you convinced me you have your finger on the pulse of Woodbury. So tell me what’s next?,” I demanded.“Next you take me back to your room and fuck the shit out of me,” she said with a smile.“That sounds just a little too dangerous to me. If I can’t get it up, you might pop a cap in my ass,” I said.“I promise this is not an ambush,”. A soda would taste good while she tried out her new vibrator!Kathy's short skirt rose to expose her smooth, bare bottom as she leaned over to reach for a cold can. Suddenly, she felt a wet nose sniffing her moist honey pie. Oh, no, the dog was in the house! He'd caught her scent and wanted to play!What to do? If she moved away, the German shepherd would start barking and it would be off to the basement with Becky or up to the bedroom with Mommy. So she stood still, hoping it was just a friendly. For some reason, Isabella sensed that it belonged to an older man; his voice carried authority and respect as well as wisdom, something that younger men lacked. She was immobile as she stared out the window and intently gazed at the apartment across from her; from her vantage point, she could see a neat, tidy office room, complete with a desk and a bookcase that was filled to the brim with books. Her mysterious voyeur was nowhere to be seen, though.“I usually don’t do these sort of things,”.