Pick-Up Artist

Hi, love tunnel pals, it is VERNON O’Neal, your standard bearer for ordinary horndogs. Well, my EFR (earned fuck ratio) is on the rise, thank’s, majority lately, to the enchanting Brook (Twenty eight, 5’8″, 128 pounds). I receive the O’Neal-mobile washed every two weeks, and 3 times in a row, Brook and I were the only ones in the customer lounge. Like me, Brook, a restaurant hostess, knows that late in the afternoon, soccer mamas are busy driving their little bastards around, seniors are hitting early bird deals at restaurants and sales reps are indeed working.

Our 3rd get-together in the customer lounge was longer than ordinary as a archetypical LA force cut stranded our cars in the centre of the washing line. The manager gave us free cokes and donuts to keep us glad, and we settled down to await it out. We already knew a bit about every other, and this time our talk turned to our jobs. Brook‘s was easily dismissed. “It’s a job and it pays ok, so I’m not bitching,” this babe told. That babe was intrigued about my 2 lines of work that enabled me to be out and about in the afternoon. The photographer-side of things peaked her interest, so I went into some detail about my task for NN, only leaving out the fact that I usually expect to end up banging the playgirl for the raunchy enjoyment of u jacking jokers. But Brook poked for more details, so I told her anything, including the monetary compensation. This babe squeezed my knee. “I’m in,” this babe told.

At her request, I went to Brook‘s apartment to discharge her. That babe told me that this babe had kicked her room mate out after she caught her rogering Brook‘s spouse in Brook‘s sofa. (Needless to say, the boy was gone from her life, too.) Now, paying the rent by herself was kinda tough, and that is partially why that babe decided to do her thing with me. But, that babe confessed, she’s also a big-time flirt and an exhibitionist. Her muff was juiced up just from dancing and posing, even previous to I started into the (should be) patented O’Neal foreplay routine. That babe had her first agonorgasmos as I fingered her, then had at least three others as we did our thing, despite my coming and going from her wet crack to get the shots lined up. She groaned and groaned and shrieked and tossed on the daybed like we were longtime lovers. It kinda made me feel guilt that we were screwing for u boys. We finished up, cleaned up and I went to receive dressed. “You do not receive to go right away, do you,” Brook asked softly. “I think we could have a complete lot more fun with out the camera.” We sure as hell did!

Pick-Up Artist


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