"That Carl, man," Jack shook his head. "What a crazy fucker."
The girl tossed her hair. Burt couldn't take his eyes off the lovely curves on her hips and t**s. God, he hadn't f****d a hooker in years and years. If anyone had asked him what he would do in this situation, he would've said 'send her packing, I'm married'. But now his under-appreciated c**k was twitching in his pants and he wanted so very much to stick it in this w***e. At the same time he had a strange idea that he'd met this woman before. But where?
"Now," She said. "Who's Burt?"
"I am."
"You're the lucky guy, Burt. You get to f**k me." She seemed genuinely pleased. He felt his c**k twitch even harder.
"What about us?" Jack called.
"Blowjobs only for you guys, sorry."
"Fine by me." Frank grinned. Victor nodded in agre
