“Hell, She’s too damn tiny anyways. Paul did want her but she was just too damn beautiful and out of his reach. Her body cringed and tensed up with each movement inching closer to her pussy. She your girl?” At this question Paul boomed out a laugh and took a swig of beer. Paul looked over at the bartender who was cleaning shot glasses and grunted. “I’m not a fag.” Paul growled as he grabbed Tom’s throat. “Well, I umm…I just couldn’t help but notice the way you watch her. Her body cringed and tensed up with each movement inching closer to her pussy. Paul looked over at the bartender who was cleaning shot glasses and grunted. That’s where Paul would fit in perfectly. You force her inside quietly then we’ll go from there.”
The plan was all set up. She slightly admired him, and though she wouldn’t admit it, was even sort of attracted to him.