Her voice dropped an octave, “You know what that little den of iniquity’s like; you’ve been to the Edge on Friday nights!”
“Hmmmm, yeah, I haven’t forgotten—people getting’ shit-faced and then giving face.” Sitting there in the darkness, I switched on the lamp beside the bed. I wanted to see my rock hard cock as I began to “twang” it—holding it down towards my nuts and then letting it fly up till it bounced it’s rosy head off my belly. XXX Of course, knowing her, she was giving as well as she got. “So, what’d you wear?”
“Hmm, hmmmm, I know where this is going,” she said with a laugh and what I supposed was a wicked smile creasing her soft, pink-glossed lips.
