Erin decided to visit a couple of old friends before going to the party. “Fashionably late!” Vincent whispered to himself with a chuckle, mimicking exactly what Erin would tell him to justify spending twenty more minutes messing with her hair. Indian xxx As the sun set and the party loomed, Erin got up and excused herself, thanking them for having her over. Instead, there was a note taped to the pillow. Erin froze as Vincent hit the first of her turn-on spots, secretly smiling to herself, glad that he never forgets. She watched as he dragged his tongue off of her nipple, stopping at the valley of her twin peaks and watching him slide downward… Vince was dressed in a stereotypical 30’s gangster outfit, complete with plastic Thompson sub-machine gun in the trunk. Unlike her, his costume had been planned out days in advance, and waited for him in his car.
