Pussy Licking

I live in a fancy two-bedroom apartment with three of my friends, my roommate is also my best friend since second grade. Both bedrooms are master bedrooms, we have a third bathroom of the kitchen that comes in handy, all guidances, in-doors, swimming pools, washing service, full gym with about every machine you know the picture. I don’t remember who had the idea to double our money and live like queens, but it really worked out for us, especially the fact that we have 20 hours of security and no one can come in without approval and ID. My roommate and best friend, Toni and I started betting in high school about the outcome of TV shows and stuff and the payments escalate for the last year or so. We do this once a week and a few weeks ago I won, our roommates worked late, so I let them. Making Toni food and serving me in the nude, which was great for me and as it turned out, for Toni. I beat her up a few times when she served me, rubbed her ass, and when I asked about the desert, Toni put her tit in my mouth, told me to enjoy the desert. I took her nipple in my mouth and made me realize why men loved our tits. The next week I won again, Toni had me bathed and shaved. The next week, Toni won, and she never said anything about the payout, which made me wonder what was in store for me. We watched TV, we celebrate, Toni said it was gonna be late, looked at me, tainted her finger for me to follow, and I knew it was paid time.

My wife Becky and I are in our mid 30s and have been together 11 years and we are madly in love with one another. Let me tell you about Becky. She has always been gorgeous. She has essentially kept her 36-26-36 figure throughout our marriage and maintains it by walking several miles per day almost every day. Her crystal blue eyes, which twinkle when she smiles, are what attracted me to her along with that voluptuous body. Those attributes along with her long blonde hair and round ass have attracted the attention of many passerbies, both male and female. Becky is absolutely stunning and she is told that by strangers, mostly men, just about any time she goes out in public.

It was all too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker since I was in college. I always thought a nice girl was on the side of the road with her thumb in the wind had to have a friend of 250 pounds in the bushes, ready to command my car at the knifepoint.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair floating over your face in the wind. When I drive closer, I see your faded cuts so short that the cheeks of your ass are inviting.