Abigail Rewards Her Date With Oral Pleasure

“This is not some bar slut throwing herself at you!,” I told myself. In the animal kingdom there are clearly defined roles, that of the hunter and that of the prey. I caught myself sizing her up as if she were a cut of meat. Shouldn’t she run? I walked up and threw my arm around her waist. She could hear him breathing deeper and grunting, and she knew he was close, so was she. As her knees buckled her ass rubbed my cock. It was warm but the trail it left got cold after a few seconds. But the question I was faced with was: would it have made a difference to me? I walked up and threw my arm around her waist. Those beautiful porcelain legs flowed uninterrupted into beautiful porcelain lips. Just then he started to move faster and the waves of pleasure hit her in quicker and quicker succsession. Suddenly, instead of running, she froze, she stood, glued to the spot, shivering. Shouldn’t she try to mace me or something?