“I heard you’ve got a nice cock.”
“Excuse me?” She couldn’t have said what I thought she said. The loud music and other guests talking made it nearly impossible to hear anyone more than a few feet away. She leaned on the chair between us.
“I said, I heard you’ve got a nice cock.” There was no mistaking her that time.
“Oh yeah?” I said laughing. “Where’d you hear that?”
“My sister,” she said with a smile and made sure I saw her eyes drop to my crotch. I could see down the front of her bridesmaid dress, and I remembered what a nice rack she has. Tight little ass, too.
“She talk about me a lot?” I asked. She practically crawled into the chair between us, and I couldn’t help feeling like a mouse under her predatory feline gaze.
“Every chance she gets.” She crossed her legs and didn’t bother with any modesty.
“What does she say?” I can feel myself getting hard, and the tuxedo pants probably weren’t doing anything to hide it, the traitors!
“Why don’t we go out onto the balcony? It’s quieter there.” Before I could even consider offering a protest, she was sauntering away from the table.
[i know you want more...]
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