He was kind of nice looking, and he did have a smile that would make Fiona wet her panties. Fiona covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. “What does it for you, Tiff?” asked Brianne. “Especially the hair. Accommodating it was not going to be easy. He had a cosy one-bedroomed apartment that he kept nice and neat, unless he had tidied up for her. Her long smooth legs swelled out to curved shapely hips, accentuated by her tiny waist, and topped by perfectly proportioned breasts; full, round and firm-looking, with large, inviting nipples pointing slightly heaven-wards. When he released her, they were both breathless. She watched in awe as she persuaded it to grow to its full majestic seven inches, longer and thicker than any she had ever seen or touched before. For me, he’s got to be tall and strong, so he makes me feel warm and safe,” said Brianne, looking round at her friends in the coffee shop. As her orgasm slowly faded away, she collapsed onto his chest.
