The young lad from a regional Arts magazine bleated and bellyached about being kept waiting by ‘some old bloke that he’d never heard of’ until the waiter eventually brought the wine to our table. “Anything…anything you want me to do,” I sighed as he manoeuvred me onto my back; then watched himself slowly pull his heavy fingers out of my stretched cunt. xxx18 As soon as Jessica left the room Hank lent forward and with a twinkle in his deep brown eyes whispered, “Ignore that prissy bitch…you take as long as you like with l’il ole Hank… misseee.”
“Thank you,” I smiled and shuffled along the sofa to make myself comfortable. “Oh…oh…oh…yeesssss!” I panted as his thumb began brushing against my clitoris. It seemed to be everywhere as I tried to lick some thick lumps
