Niccolo Fierri

s. So instead of going back to my apartment, I deci

in New York. I don't know why I haven't checked it out already,

blocks. Thankfully, the line moved pretty quickly

t black shirt. He looks down at me with a look that would probably send a shock

ce. Thanking him with a smile, I walk inside. I look b

utside as they send death glares my way. I

d a smoke machine. The place is jam packed as people grind, make-out, and laug

, actually I take that back. He was hot, but t

re he was calling out his mother's name

e one want to jump off a cliff

ng down on the stool and leaning in real close to the barte

old up two fingers as I maintain eye contact. "Two shots of Te

re setting two shot glasses down in front

ttle of Tequila on the top shelf before

giving him a small smile. I was a pro mixologist

s towards him and motion for him to lean in with my index

s." I point to the women's bathroom before stepping down from the stool and wa

s in need of some attention. All you have to do is tease them with

stall to make sure it's empty. Once the coast

e sink counter. This bathroom was nice and surprisingly really clean, but

fills my ears. I whip around, my lips curving up in

wards me with a matching grin on his face

me to his chest. His lips come crashing do

ut it was enough. Reaching down to unzip his pants

es down. "Impressive." I hadn't expected him t

shes red. "T

y face. Reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on his jawline, I begi

sor

y are all the handsom

fine." I use my free hand to reach down int

in my hand. He releases a gru

t the foil onto the sink counter. I stop str

e beet red. I simply smile, roll the

unter, I shove my panties to th

ected, rejected, and utterly broken down by her parents

y thighs. When I feel him enter me, I let out

one this big. I just hope he knows to use it,

his cock to hint that I want him to go harder. When he

to be this weak. I needed my back blown out

I roll my eyes, growing frustrated by the minute. I f

his cock and pulling him out of me. My eyes widen

to be fucki

The men always get what they want. I still have yet to exp

then grab a Kleenex and wipe between my thighs, bef

through my hair. He looks down at his pocket with confusion. "

asks, his face lig

t a quick peck on his lips. Pulling back, I

ou that that big, pretty cock of yours was a waste of time." There wa

ck my hand under the sanitize

waste o