There’s a fucking church on the corner of where we’re racing. I’m not religious, but… that just doesn’t seem right. I pull up and park my car in an open spot and get out. “Damn, this guy’s rolling in a Shelby GT 500. ” A guy says as he walks up to me in a black button shirt with charcoal grey dress pants and fancy-ass shoes. He looks so out of place here with his hair all slicked back. “Let me guess, 1967?” “Yep,” I say. “Wonder if the driver is as good as the car…” he says almost to himself but loud enough for me to hear. “Better,” I tell him with blowjob confidence, puffing out my chest sucking and holding my head high. “Ha, I guess we’ll see. Ez said someone with a car like yours was going to show up and race tonight.” “Aw, you came.” Tall and sculpted to studs perfection with raven black hair that comes down past her shoulders and does well to hide her dark mysterious eyes. She’s got on a black leather jacket with a red torn up shirt underneath. Her ripped up jeans are barely able to contain her thicc muscular legs. Even though she’s cut with a noticeable 6 pack abs, she’s not bulky orgy at all. Lean with some bust hidden behind that red shirt of hers. Not a woman you could easily forget. “Speak of the devil,” the guy says. “This is him. The boy with the nice car,” she says with a tinge of a very hot Hispanic accent. “So he’s our tenth racer, I guess we’ll see if he’s got skills or just a fancy car,” he says. “I Latino guess, we’ll just have to find out, Bryce,” she says. He turns to me. “You got the cash?” he asks. I pull out the roll of money and hold it up to him. “Yeah, right here.” “I say we up the odds,” Ez says. “And what do you propose?” I ask. “You got a good look at my car the other day, right?” Hiring Sarah was a dream come true. However, talk of Latino desires isn't something for the bar. Lost in ecstasy, Kyle’s body went limp in the tentacles’ hold as he allowed the Yammix to pleasure him blowjob endlessly. All I have to do is make a few phone calls and it will be done. This punishment continued, and by the tenth time Jessica was told to play with herself, she moaned out that she was close within seconds. I sucked so hard on her bud while the fingers of my left hand were naughty. Lucy surprised me by saying, The dark curly color of his hair that surrounded the base of his orgy shaft was trimmed. “Oh, my goddess, I love my nasty sex slave!” Just look at what I did to Astrid.” “I would be turned on my you too if I was you. He threw on his workout gear and headed out the door. Kaitlyn was a studs redhead with sparkling, blue eyes. sucking I love your cock." She had never gotten any tattoos before because she hated needles. Carole smiled and Guy looked. She had also peeked at him in the morning when he first gets out of bed.