Tina gave Ryan a quick hug when he said, “they must trust you with that bike.” Then she laughed. “You bet your ass they do and you know what big guy,” she said with a flirtatious grin. “You fucking know I can do the job.” He trusted her! She knew it. Moving close so that she was almost shoulder to shoulder, she looked up into his eyes and said, “I need food. I crashed last night around 4:00 a.m and skipped breakfast.” Ryan pointed at the Sonic and she pumped a fist in agreement. Ryan was four inches taller than her and from her view, it was the perfect height.<br/><br/>By the time they had ordered, she thought sure he must have heard her stomach rumble. But instead he asked if she’d comer over tonight. Tina bit her upper lip to stop from breaking into a wide smile. She wasn’t exactly hard to get. Tina was a visceral girl who absolutely loved the feel of a cock inside her, a big, slick hard cock stretching her out as she rode it up and down. And at this point of her life, Ryan was her idea of the ideal man, the perfect cock. Not that they were committed or anything. Still, she didn’t rub his nose in the fact that she sometimes slept with other men. The fact is, she would walk through glass to sleep with Ryan and gut any woman who got in the way. “You know I’m there big-stud,” she said happily. “Can I bring pizza?”<br/>