No, she went hard as a motherfucker, stroking me hard and fast. She smirked and went lower, rubbing my chest gently. I nodded and tapped my bottle with hers. Her hands eased lower, down past my stomach and onto my crotch. The Knicks logo was patched on to the side. Her tone, as well as her smirk, told me that she knew that was not true. I noticed she hadn’t changed really. “I was court side..”
“Oh, so you must have money then.” We both laughed now. We’re people too, you know!” She said, taking a sip. When could I park this damn car? “Y-Yes… I learned that she grew up in New York, making her a hometown hero. I sighed and sat at the counter, atop one of the stools. “Y-Yes… A commercial played on the screen of the TV above. Oh, what the hell is wrong with me? Those hung tight too. She smiled and laughed, the light bringing out the color in her blue eyes.
