I got her bottled water, my Bacardi, and a six pack of Coke and headed to the counter. tube8 I was thinking to myself, “no panties and no bra, what a life.” Just as I tightened down on the last lug nut, she reached into the back pocket of her shorts and handed me a dampened fifty dollar bill, ” get you something to drink, and me a Dasani,”
she murmered. My cock was beginning to sense that it was in for a little exercise and was beginning to rise inside the polyester prison. What really caught my eye was the fact that her blue jean cutoffs were giving me a ready view of her ass cheeks and a slight view of her pussy hair on one side. “Now, sir, let’s have that drink,” she said, reaching for our drinks, and handing me one as she wrapped her little hands around hers and began a long slow
