<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/starr__120312180756.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Fourche<br/><strong>Specific Location:</strong>In the Car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Swimming Trunks, SEX ED Teacher t-shirt, Tennis shoes<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Foreplay, BJs, and other kink<br/><br/>This was a side of Kismet he had never seen before. The taunting teasing young woman, flaunting her womanhood like a weapon of mass destruction. He didn't know these guys, and wasn't certain she did either. He bristled when one of them called her a bitch. Eyes narrowing on the speaker with a glare of warning. Any woman who steps up to satisfy a man at least deserves his respect. Talking dirty during the act is one thing. Disrespect before the act is another thing all together.<br/><br/>This is why he liked the intimacy of the father clutch. The lines are respected.<br/><br/>This was Kismet's fantasy. Her show. She was outnumbered by the men on the scene and she didn't seem too bothered by it at all. While the outer veneer of his psyche wanted to tell these two to fuck off, deep down he knew what she wanted and he could tell how much it was turning her on to get it. He hated to admit that it was also turning him on more than it should. The guys approached unsure about the situation. Alex moved to the front of the car and moved under Kismet with his cock looming near her mouth.<br/><br/>He digs in his coat pocket and tosses the boys a pair of condoms. They are younger. Maybe a few years older than Kismet. They excitedly prepare to enjoy the lusty redhead.<br/><br/>"Don't mind if I do..."