Cocktail Hour  

1957_TeddyBear 59M
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10/4/2005 2:23 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Cocktail Hour

Then I rested on top of her as she moved her legs off of my shoulders to the blanket. And applying suction until my hips jerked as I felt the head of my dick banging against the back of her throat as she could not take any more in her mouth. My head is twisting from side to side, gasping for air. And there was just something special about her. Of course, I care for her-I care too much, I don't want to be just her friend, and I want to be her friend and lover. She pushes inwards on her nipples, and they slip sideways because of the drink. There was a man in working clothes, who turned back to his drink uninterestedly; another man, who had not seen her and was too involved in his own alcoholic world to notice or it, was this third man who captured her attention. Every time she moves another spasm shoots through me. She sighs, and straddles my torso, letting her body lower slowly I run my hands over her smooth ass as she again takes my waiting Cock into her mouth. I gently draw circles around as she runs her tongue all over the head and shaft. Pumping hard to meet her sucking mouth I start to unload my Cummm in her mouth and throat. She milks every drop from me and I kiss her and say: “Thank You” for helping take the edge off a crazy day.
What a way to start off Cocktail Hour. Funny thing is I don’t even drink!


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