She bent over, wriggled her ass against my erection, and seemed to be begging, “Prove it!”
Grabbing my cockshaft with one hand, I guided it towards the dripping vaginal void ahead. S. Save her virginal hymen. Off to the left, the constant cacophony of the Vegas Strip could be heard, the discordant sounds of whoring and gambling signaling business as usual in Sin City. Off to my left, I saw a young teen girl jump to her feet. Mr. Slowly, my cockhead kissed Claire’s inner pussylips and gently pushed inside. The Gulfstream I flew was bought from monies I’d made at The Castle. H’s wrath was the rub. Sitting in my lap wearing only a dazzling pink bikini, Claire kissed me again and told me how much she loved me. Good god, how long had it been since such innocent lips had touched my perverted mouth! Yes, this girl’s age made her jailbait but only those who worked at the hotel I had bought knew this fact. I was in a secluded subterranean boardroom located two stories beneath Caesar’s Palace gambling establishment in Las Vegas.
