Care to wager that, say, against my Mustang?”
“Mmm, tongue and a car…” She purred, “I’m listening.”
“Turn east on Azaela, and drive. Us. Xnx Greasemonkey’s work. I lifted her with one arm on the small of her back, and let my other hand slip between her legs from behind her. I followed immediately, shedding my bath towel. The moan itself was enough to make me hard again, and she leaned forward, and took my dick into her mouth, and started bobbing her head. “Sorry cowboy, you’re not that good with your mouth.”
“Oh really? Nixon? I slowly walked towards her, and silently thanked the fact that my bed was so far off the ground. When I’m not in a suit or jumpsuit, it’s free and slightly gelled into spikes.




















