“Thank you,” she said with a soft, quiet voice before raising the shot
glass into the air. Milf sex With all that in mind, I figured our chance with those two were less
than zero. ‘This just gets better and
better.”
I approached the bar and ordered two shots of one fifty one, cringing as
the bartender poured the clear liquid into the tiny glasses. I was expecting her to request something fruity with
an umbrella in it, not a shot of the hardest alcohol the bar was
legally allowed to serve. I gasped at the feeling as her
warm hand wrapped around my hard cock, squeezing it and stroking it. With a sly grin, Kat then placed the head of my cock back at Mandy’s
tight little opening and used her thumb to push it back inside. “Thanks for buying her the drink,” she said smiling devilishly. “What
the hell is wrong with you?”
“She was just teasing,” I said simply, draining my glass. I gasped at the feeling as her
warm hand wrapped around my hard cock, squeezing it and stroking it.
