“I haven’t had any cock in over a year,” Erica said. She returned with Mark’s card and the credit card slip to sign. With a hand down her pants, she rubbed her pussy, wishing she hadn’t sent Mark away. He didn’t want a bottle that cost $100, but something better than the corner convenience store offering was in order. “Nice is how I’d describe that cock I saw last night,” she grinned as she looked at Mark’s pants and saw the outline of his hard cock through his pants. The shock wore off quickly and Mark returned the favor. “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Erica thought the same thing as she rubbed away at her sopping wet pussy. The weatherman, if you could believe his prediction, was calling for 4 to 6 inches. “Cheers,” he said as they clinked glasses. “If you want to come to my bedroom, we can be a little more discreet than you were last night.” Paige bit her lip, took Mark’s hand and started for her bedroom.
