If It Itches In The Fingers

Whoever claims that romances only blossom around grocery aisles surely hasn't met stud Bill, who has quite the reputation for sealing the deal efficiently. Forget the Class A destinations – his playground brews heat where lonesome dames love to flirt: a vintage cinema spot. Catching a sight of Vicki all by her lonesome, Bill knows this ain't about playing puppet to lost hearts; this union will be about unbridled lust.
In no time, Vicki is enthusiastically ravishing Bill's rigid cock, mounting him eagerly like it's the ultimate conquest – something Bill inexorably welcomes.