SHE'D BET GOOD MONEY—if she had it—they'd never seen a chick that big.
The blondie shook in her grasp. She could literally feel his bones rattling about. How she loved it? Mary gripped tighter, feeling herself already warming up. All that wet, gathering between her big, big thighs. "I ain't a-avoiding you! Ah-Ah swear on my mama!"
"Aww!!! Look at that. So sweet." She made a face and dragged him close enough for her breath to tickle his lips. He was now vibrating—literally. And Mary was loving the shit out of it. "Ain't he sweet?" She glanced at the party chicks. But before they could come close to an articulate reply she turned back to the bartender. "Oi! Funny boy!" Her voice came out coarse—which always happened when she was hot and ready, "how about we leave here and you can put that mouth to better use. You can do better than these girly girls. I bet you want a real, BIG WOMAN."
Her large tail curved on the counter to softly stroke him.
