#77806 - Vodka makes me do crazy things because I started to flirt shamelessly, which he laughed off, telling me I was drunk and would feel very stupid and hungover in the morning. We had been out for dinner and a catch up and he had chose to avoid drinking, instead giving people a lift home and one by one, he drove across the city, dropping off friends until it was just him and me. He was never a big fan of feeling my lips massage his shaft or stroke his balls whilst sucking hard on the head – he was more interested in the excitement of possibly getting caught and then getting me home as soon as possible and throwing me over the first piece of furniture he could find so he could impale me with his cock and eventually fill me with his cum.