It’s already know that choosing a restaurant that has a patio is always a plus. But when couple that patio has a small jazz quartet playing while you walk into a restaurant sets a completely different experience. The fact that almost 80 percent of the workers that I can see in the restaurant are Black adds to that experience 10-fold. I go up the hostess, telling them that I’m here for a interview with Ms. Miller and to my surprise I’m brought to a table with a woman in a well fitting black dress. Her face is hidden behind a menu, but I can smell pineapples off of her fragrance. A familiar pineapple, actually. passionate Her menu is carefully placed Nipples down as she reaches for my hand and I can already tell that my hunch is correct: Nina is holding my interview. I could not be more damned if it were my own dead great-grandmother holding the interview. She gives sexy me a devilish grin. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Richard.” “The pleasure seems to be mine, Ms. Miller.” “I think we’re past formality to some extent, James. I’m guessing you’ll be ordering Vodka and Cranberry again during lunch?” “I don’t think that sex I’ll be drinking just yet, Nina. If I do, homemade it won’t be a vodka and cranberry. I’d get a dirty martini, thank you very much.” “Good to know. A man’s drink choice says a lot about him. You seem to have a very bitter palette from what I can tell so far.” She motions for me to take a seat, and I do so with ease. I open up my briefcase and bring out a copy of my resume, even though I already know she has one. I really just wanna prove I don’t just keep two brushes and a silky durag, honestly. “My palette is only bitter when I drink. I like to enjoy sweeter things when I’m actually eating.” "I really appreciate it." When i was younger I had alot of fun here, I went on my first camp in these woods with some friends. “Yes...” Sir Javid finally responded, as if a little uncertain. His hands reach under her and roughly grope her flopping tits. homemade I grabbed it. I swirled my tongue around her, cleaning it up while the bliss surged through my veins. My clit throbbed every time his pubic bone crushed it. He needed it. “So you ran from him?” I asked. “Secrets are no problem. Lori smiles as she responds, “Damn girl…that sounds hot…watching Mike’s cock fuck your beautiful pussy, pulling out and letting me taste you when he cums…yeah, I can get on board with that. I hurriedly poked around in my rucksack looking for my box. Turning to Mike, she said, “Mike, Thank you so much for this once in a lifetime opportunity. You suck my cock as you run your tongue all over my length. Her long shiny red Nipples hair was blown to the side accentuating a beautiful lightly freckled face with gorgeous blue eyes. She slid in a finger, then two, then three. “I didn’t mean to...” "Who owns this couple pussy, sex sexy passionate slut?" He took her to a quiet French restaurant nearby where he bought a delicious, intimate dinner.