Funny Categories:

Funny Cum Porn Videos

Mary's little lamb has a big cock.

" said Emily, still grinning.

"So," said Lucas, "Why am I in your car?"

"What? Do you not want to be here?" asked Emily, pretending to pout.

Lucas said, "No, I want to be here. It's just a little... strange."

Emily said, "I don't know, Lucas. You're just cute and I wanted to talk to you."

"Is that why you bought my stuff." Lucas said.

"Yeah." she said "And you look pretty hungry. You can eat here. I don't mind."

"I haven't eaten in a day." said Lucas, before taking a bite from his hot dog.

Emily watched Lucas eat for a moment. He couldn't believe that such an attractive girl had taken interest in him. Sure, he wasn't bad looking on a normal day. This wasn't a normal day though. Lucas hadn't combed his hair or shaved since he quit his job. As a result, his thick brown hair was sticking out in every direction and a sparse beard covered his face. At least he took a shower before leaving his apartment.

"Mind if I play some music?" Emily asked.

"Not at all." Lucas said, his mouth full of hot dog and Doritos.

"Any preferences?" she asked, reaching for her I-Pod.

Lucas said, "Well, let's see what you have."

He went to wipe his cheesy hands on his jeans, but stopped himself. That would be gross. He couldn't look at her I-Pod with dirty hands though. He frantically searched car for something he could clean his fingers on. Emily noticed his plight and grabbed one of his hands. She cupped all but one finger into her hand, and with he thumb she held the free one up. Lucas watched his hand move towards Emily's lush, red lips, and ultimately enter her soft mouth. He felt an uncomfortable bulge grow in his pants, as one by one, the exotic red head cleaned each of his fingers. Was this really happening to him?

"There." she said when she finished, "Now you can look at my music collection without gumming up my player."

Lucas grabbed her I-Pod and went to "Artists." He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was nearly identical to his music library. All of his favorite bands were there: Echo and the Bunnymen, the Cure, Joy Division, Bauhaus, David Bowie, the Velvet Underground, Iggy Pop, along with many others. He found Joy Division's Unknown Pleasures, pressed play, and plugged in her I-Pod. Emily started the car so the music would play.

"I fucking love Joy Division!" said Lucas.

"They are my all time favorite band." Emily said. "Do you want to go for a drive?"

"Sure. Where to?" asked Lucas.

"I don't know! I'm new here. Where's a good place to go?" asked Emily.

Lucas said, "We could always go to the park, and maybe go for a walk. That is if you don't mind doing something illegal."

"Oh what's that?" Emily asked, putting the car in gear, and pulling out of the parking lot.

"The parks just close at like 11 at night." said Lucas.

Emily said, "I only obey the law when it suits me. What about you are you a goody-two-shoes?"

"Hell no." said Lucas, "I wouldn't say I'm a bad boy either."

"Ah. Right in the middle, then?" said Emily, "That's just how I like them."

"That's good to know. Like really. So to get to the park, keep going North on Main. I'll tell you to turn right a block before you have to." said Lucas.

"Sounds like a plan." said Emily.

Lucas then asked, "So you said you're new here? Where'd you come from originally?"

"Originally? Scotland, but that was a long time ago." said Emily, "I've lived in the United States most of my life."

"Where about in the United States?" asked Lucas.

Emily said, "Well, I move around a lot. I've lived all over the country, but I'm coming here from Las Vegas."

"What brings you here then?

"I just needed a change of scenery. You know?" said Emily.

Lucas said, "Yeah I do. I've lived here all my life, and I could really use a change of scenery."

"Hey, maybe next time I move you could come with me!" said Emily, "I was thinking about going to Seattle next."

"You'd really let me come along?" asked Lucas "But we just meant tonight!"

"True.

2019 © xfun.mobi. All Rigths Reserved. All models were 0ver 18 y.o.