Folks get freaky with Morgan Lee and coAs I walked into the seedy bar, I couldn't help but notice the smell of stale beer and sweat. The kind of place where you could get a good old-fashioned cock-worshiping session going on any given night.
I spotted her, Brezzer Co's finest, sipping on a whiskey at the end of the bar. Her name was Lola, and she had a reputation for being one hell of an ass-licker. I mean, literally. She could give a blowjob that would make your cock jerked with pleasure.
I sidled up next to her and whispered in her ear, "Hey, wanna get outta here and get some wank-time?" She raised an eyebrow, but I knew she was already thinking about the possibilities. After all, this was Brezzer Co we're talking about – a place where the rules were made to be broken.
We stumbled out of the bar, into the dark alley behind it. The air was thick with the stench of rotting trash and desperation. Perfect ambiance for what I had in mind. Lola's eyes sparkled as she leaned in close, her hot breath on my ear. "You want me to give you a good old-fashioned anal reaming?" She whispered, her voice husky.
I nodded, already getting hard just thinking about it. We stumbled around the corner, into a dingy alleyway that seemed tailor-made for our little escapade. I pulled out my cock and started wanking away as Lola got down to business. It was like she had a PhD in cock-pleasuring – her tongue was like a magic wand, making me feel like I was about to come at any second.
As we jerked off together, the sounds of Brezzer Co's finest echoed through the alleyway – the slapping of flesh, the moaning, and the occasional "Oh, yeah, baby!" It was like the whole city was one big, dirty wank-fest. And I was right in the middle of it all.
As we finished up and stumbled back to the bar, Lola leaned in close and whispered, "You know, Brezzer Co's got a special place in hell for guys who can't handle a little anal action." I just smiled, knowing that I'd already earned my spot on that list.