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"So what's your story?" A sultry voice crooned next to his huge black cock ear.
He turned and stared into Marty's heavily made up brown eyes.
"Killing time," Cool answered. "Yours?"
"Wasting mine," she answered.
"Why is that?" Cool asked, turning on his stool.
Marty eased between his legs and reached past him forced to suck black cock mash her smoke out in the ashtray on the bar.
"Look around this place black cock and white pussy you tell me," she complained.
Cool did as she instructed. He shrugged his shoulders and looked back into her eyes.
"So, you wanna fuck or somethin'?" Cool asked, matter of factly.
"Sure, where?" she asked.
"You pick," Cool said.
"Through the curtain, end of the hall, door on the right," she said, nodding over his shoulder.
Her hip was pressed against his thick meat.
"Lead the way," Cool said.
Marty turned on her heel, and strode toward the curtain. Cool watched her as she walked away. Marty was tall, lean and stacked. She had great legs but wobbled slightly on her spiked heels. The skirt was short and the blouse had been through the washer a lot pictures of black cock times, but she was clean white sluts and black cock neat. His dick was black hard cock as steel. |
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