The walk home was difficult as she pinned Old Knudsen to many a wall in order to insert her tongue into his cavity filled mouth. "Ach I'm no just a piece of meat" said Old Knudsen feeling that yet again he was picked up for his beauty and not his brains. She unzipped Old Knudsen's troosers and took a hold of his huge erect blood filled penis, "and what a fine piece of meat you have".
Old Knudsen blushed, she seemed ever so shy at the club, must be when the fresh hit her.
The pair reached Old Knudsen's chateau and tumbled in. She sneezed as she caught a whiff of the ocean breeze air freshener, it was to mask the smell of cat piss as Old Knudsen's house is constantly invaded by a ginger tom from 2 doors doon..... must have a fcuking key the wee shite.
Old Knudsen looked at whats her name, her ample boobage and tight fitting dress, the tacky hand tattoos her dark eyes that see all but notices nothing but her own reflection. He allowed himself a cocky smile.
"You'll be walking funny tomorrow."
"Ooooooh" she giggled "time to ride that big cock of yours?"
Old Knudsen reached behind him and locked the door. "No I'm gonna cut off yer feet."
