Your Best Friend’s Secret Stockings

“Cum for us babe.”
I buried my face in her tits as Marco pounded me from behind. mofos free videos A velvet rope and a sign: “Members only.”
“What’s down there?”
But Etsy only smiled. Joyful and truly at home. Etsy kissed my nose. Etsy tiptoed through the room until she reached the far wall. It’s Dionysia!”
The unassuming metal warehouse door opened into a long, cavernous hallway with cathedral ceilings. I said goodbye to the bouncer and tried to request an Uber, but I had no service. Been a while indeed. Maybe Greek or Latin something? Is this your first time here?”
“She’s a newbie! Been a minute.”
“Oh hey dude. Marco crawled onto the bed behind us, his erect cock ready to go. Fill this out please.”
I had to show him an STD test? Etsy kissed my nose. I want both of you.”
“Then get on the bed already, sweetheart.”
Etsy ran her hands through my hair as I moved up her thighs, while Marco slid my panties off behind me. But for me, it was life-changing. Etsy pulled my head deeper between her legs. She took us each by a hand and pulled us onto the floor. As I got in the car, I realized I had nothing: no phone number from Marco, not even a real name from Etsy. Charming and flirty. A… long legal document. Joy. People chatting and smoking cigarettes. She was playing with my hair already, genuinely mesmerized by my curls. –
The sun was already shining by the time I walked out the front door.