My c**k is at his best—long, thick, painfully willing. Delores licks her palm.
She smiles. Come and get it. She puts my phone down her frigging dress.You have got to be kidding me. I turn to Matthew. I don’t suppose you want to help me out with this?
He looks down at the chips, then back to me. There’s like a hundred grand here, man.Have you ever seen Flash Gordon? You know that scene where Flash has to put his hand in the rock? The one with the grotesque, prickly snake thing inside it, just waiting to bite him? That’s pretty much what I’m feeling right now.I crack my knuckles and shake my hands out. Cover me. I’m going in. Then I shove my hand down the front of her dress. I limit the physical contact as best I can, but the dress is tight. So upon entry, I immediately realize this chick is sporting a fake set of tits. And a nipple ring.
Don’t judge me. Do I look like I’m enjoying this, for God’s sake?Psycho Flight Girl, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying it a whole bunch, if her moans are any indication. Oooh, that’s nice. A little to the left.
I roll my eyes and try to find a happy place. Then, the most improbable thing happens. Or, an absolute certainty, depending on your point of view.
Care to guess whose voice that is?Gotta keep her strength up for later.
While she stands, I feed her piece by piece. I’m guessing she didn’t eat this morning because she moans and sighs with each mouthwatering bite. Or maybe she just likes sucking on my fingers—’cause she does that too.With a knowing smirk, Kate asks me, You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?
My semistiff dick nods. Immensely. I slide a small, bacon-wrapped scallop between her lips, and her tongue swirls around my finger.Called it. Suck it harder, I tell her—only half joking.