Pimmy a vrut să se fută atât de mult încât a uitat să ia din șosete ei

"How do you like them titties?" a raspy voice reeking of stale lemons and gin said next to me. "She sure has the nicest pair of knockers" he murmured again. I figured if she was good enough for the local sexpat, then she'd be good enough for me. When Pimmy arrived at my seat, her boobs looked even bigger than on stage. She smiled and displayed her crooked teeth, but I was only focused on the 100% all-natural breasts that were resting in the palm of my hands. Yea, I don't mess around. I grab handfuls of flesh before I start the introductions. It's the bar life and my order awards me boob play and I'm gonna get every minute of action I can before that expensive beverage is gone. Pimmy on the other hand didn't seem to care at all. She was comfortable with middle-aged men touching her big luscious melons each and every night. At least I wasn't squeezing too hard, she thought.