I sighed and nodded to the bartender who added Claire’s drink to my tab. I was half conscious and drunk on my own body’s sensations when Claire pulled away an eternity later. Porn My tastes run to femmes like myself, and Claire was a hard butch with a blue faux hawk. Underneath it she was wearing a sweat stained wife beater undershirt. I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. I didn’t think it was possible but Claire got even wetter. Just like after the last time I let Claire use me, I promised myself it would never happen again. I sucked her clit past my lips and began to work it with my tongue.
