I leaned forward and licked the bead of precum that was forming off of the tip of his cock. His eyes are the deepest blue and there is no doubt about his heritage when he speaks with his Irish accent, he acquired from his Ma and Da. “The next thing is to get your intended conquest drunk because for some reason drunk and horny go hand in hand.” Antonio smiled as he looked at both of our crotches. As he walked past us toward the galley and the beer, his cock swung back and forth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. “I will if you will Matt.” I said before I could stop myself. “The next thing is to get your intended conquest drunk because for some reason drunk and horny go hand in hand.” Antonio smiled as he looked at both of our crotches.
