Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too. I won't let you fuck me or give you head because I have a boyfriend, but I will jack you off if you tell me what you really think of me."I was stunned at what she said and just replyed, "Well, as for your tits, yes, you would be more appealing to most men if you had larger tits, but there's more to looking good than that, myself, I like you the way you are."She said, "I know I have a pretty face if that's what you're talking about. I'm talking about sexual attraction."I said, "I figured that.". I got up when prompted and got in the chair after stretching for a couple minutes. I asked Mr. Singh if he could find out what color pants my opponent was wearing. He came back and let me know that his pants were black.After my wraps were done, I pulled the brand-new pair of white pants out of my bag and got changed. I sat down and relaxed again. I was just starting to nod off when I got nudged again. It seemed that two of the fights had ended early. Both had ended with knockouts before the 4th. ...well not completely.Susan reaches me and leans over to kiss me, my arms go to her back and I find the thin strap and unhook her bra, my hands slide back down to her smaller tits, I can feel that her nipples are as thick as her sisters, "mmmmm" Susan moans. Her hand is caressing my firm chest. Breaking the kiss, I reach her hips and tug down her lace panties, exposing her hairless pussy.Susan drops down on her knees and starts fondling my cock, playing with the head as she strokes the shaft,.Read More
