GUN IN HER POCKET

At the club she saunters over to me, one hand in her pocket. Her ripped jeans hang loosely on her slim hips, an off shoulder top displays her collar bones. Taking a seat next to me she puts an arm around me, then leans into my mouth, her tongue seeking mine. As we kiss my pearl pulsates, my hammering heart pounding. There is an aching in my cunt. I say in her ear, ‘Fuck my pussy Andy my boytoy’ and her palm moves down my jeans and into my panties. She’s…