Horny Lunch At The Wine Bar
A horny slut, a cute bartender, no other patrons, what do you think would happen?
To say I was horny would be akin to saying the sun is hot or the ocean is deep. Recent events had launched my libido on a crash course towards full-blown nymphomania. Although I got royally pounded, hard, fast, and deep, I woke up three times in the night with my fingers dancing over clit and turned those fingers into a violent mosh pit of orgasmic masturbation. In the morning, I woke up horny and forced my poor boyfriend...