I looked at the girl a few inches from me, my eyes dropping on her lips as she kept pouting. I didn't really want to kiss her, kisses weren't something I was interested in when I wanted a lot more. Her mouth wrapped around my dick, that was what I wanted, and that was why kisses seemed useless to me. Unfortunately there weren't many girl willing to give a b.lowjob without a few of those too...what was this girls name again?
"Do you come here a lot? Because I'm sure I've seen you already..." She trailed off, setting her hand on my chest casually as she bit down on her lip.
I shrugged, since yes I used to hang out there quite a lot but for what I could remember I had never met her before. Or maybe I had, but I had been drunk, who knew and who cared. "I don't think so, I would've remembered you." I smirked at her, using a line that made me cringe but I wasn't in the mood for playing or hunting. I just wanted to get into her pants, f.uck her and get some sleep. I didn't want to think, it wasn't worth it anyway.
She giggled, pressing her body against me as I wrapped my arm around her waist promptly. She has a decent face, a nice curvy body's but wasn't nothing more than a 7. Nothing to do with an eleven. My eleven. Ugh. "You're trying to make me blush." She said coyly, so,etching that didn't fit her at all. But it wasn't her fault if she was what she was after all, and I was taking advantage of it anyway.
"Do you come here a lot? Because I'm sure I've seen you already..." She trailed off, setting her hand on my chest casually as she bit down on her lip.
I shrugged, since yes I used to hang out there quite a lot but for what I could remember I had never met her before. Or maybe I had, but I had been drunk, who knew and who cared. "I don't think so, I would've remembered you." I smirked at her, using a line that made me cringe but I wasn't in the mood for playing or hunting. I just wanted to get into her pants, f.uck her and get some sleep. I didn't want to think, it wasn't worth it anyway.
She giggled, pressing her body against me as I wrapped my arm around her waist promptly. She has a decent face, a nice curvy body's but wasn't nothing more than a 7. Nothing to do with an eleven. My eleven. Ugh. "You're trying to make me blush." She said coyly, so,etching that didn't fit her at all. But it wasn't her fault if she was what she was after all, and I was taking advantage of it anyway.