Her nails were short, which made sense to me, since it’d be hard to dribble as well as she could with long nails. xnx I’m just a fan. Probably. I felt her hand wrap around my shaft tight. “Follow me.”
She stood and picked up her duffel bag. I needed something after all that eye balling of her. After some more eye balling of her, I was saddened to go home knowing she and the Knicks had lost. I expected her to pull away and then continue sucking, but no. Holy fuck. This was probably the best night of my life. I couldn’t say anything. “We’re almost there.” I heard her say. I just shook my head and parked out front of her condo. Shit.. The bartender nodded, handing me the bottle a few moments later.




















