Caramel had to be a web girl.
Jack spent a lot of his time online recruiting.
'It is this what you mean,' said Caramel, who was reading my thoughts.
She pulled out her phone and showed me a clip of her entertaining.
She was wearing a full-body swimsuit, blue, with a slit cut out around the pussy region.
Dangling from her shaved pussy was some kind of pink receptor.
In the video, she was moaning every time someone tipped her.
She'd flash her boobs to the big tippers, by tucking them out of her swimsuit.
They were breasts to die for.
'You mean breasts to titty fuck,' she said, leaning in close to me, I could smell mint on her breath and the raspberry lip gloss she was wearing, accentuated her full blow job lips.
'Couldn't we start with a kiss,' she said, as she threw back another Johny Walker black.
I ordered another round.
I wanted her pissed.
I wanted to taste those blow job lips, preferably on the end of my cock.
Jack spent a lot of his time online recruiting.
'It is this what you mean,' said Caramel, who was reading my thoughts.
She pulled out her phone and showed me a clip of her entertaining.
She was wearing a full-body swimsuit, blue, with a slit cut out around the pussy region.
Dangling from her shaved pussy was some kind of pink receptor.
In the video, she was moaning every time someone tipped her.
She'd flash her boobs to the big tippers, by tucking them out of her swimsuit.
They were breasts to die for.
'You mean breasts to titty fuck,' she said, leaning in close to me, I could smell mint on her breath and the raspberry lip gloss she was wearing, accentuated her full blow job lips.
'Couldn't we start with a kiss,' she said, as she threw back another Johny Walker black.
I ordered another round.
I wanted her pissed.
I wanted to taste those blow job lips, preferably on the end of my cock.
