Pizza Delivery Guy Pounds Femboi Customer

Pizza Delivery Guy Pounds Femboi CustomerMartavious James checked his phone after hearing it notify him that he had a new text message. He replied and tossed it back aside. The eighteen year old full-time community college student and part-time pizza delivery driver turned his tricked out shiny metallic blue 2000 Honda Civic SI into the parking of the complex where he had his final customer of the evening. He hopped out of his vehicle and grabbed the carrying case containing the pie. He knocked on the door and waited. He grew impatient as he was ready to go home and chill. He knocked again and decided to call the number on the ticket. ?Hello,? a sweet voice answered.?Hey, I?m at your door with an order Luigi?s,? he said dryly.?Oh my bad! Gimme just a sec. I was just drying off,? she added.?No problem,? he smiled.The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-seventy-pound young man hoped he would get a glimpse of a beautiful woman, but figured it would be some ugly broad instead. When the door opened, he was greeted by a long legged vixen. She towered over him and wore a lush pink robe with matching slippers.?I?m so sorry, sir,? she apologized.?You straight,? he forgave her. ?Just sign here,? he handed her the pizza and the receipt.?Okay,? she scribbled her name. ?Hang on. Let me get you a tip.?Martavious watched her walk away with slender hips swaying and taut booty shaking. He felt a rise in his pants. She returned and handed him a five dollar bill.?Thank you, ma?am,? he grinned.?Sir,? she said.?Yes, ma?am,? he inquired.?No sir. I was saying I?m a ?sir? ? not a ?ma?am?.??For real,? he laughed. ?My bad.??No worries. I get it all the time. Have a good night.??You too. You got company comin? over???Not tonight. I?m just here all by my lonesome.??You want some company,? he piped up.?What are you trying to say,? she pressed.Martavious cleared his throat, ?I?m sayin? I wanna come chill with you.??You heard me say I?m a dude, right,? she reminded him.?Yeah, but you look as good as a girl. So, I wanna chill.??How old are you???I?m eighteen. What do it matter???I?m thirty-one.??And???Well, you?re awfully young.??Age ain?t nothin? but a number and I been fuckin? boipussy for a while.??Excuse me,? she hissed.?Ease up, sexy. I know what time it is. I just wanna spend some time.? ?You?re a handsome li?l fellow,? the six-foot-one-inch-tall customer summed him up.?Yeah. Thanks! But, I got a big dick.??And how do you know I want it,? she smirked.?If you thirty-one, Escort Reklamları why you playin? games. Can I chill or not???Okay.??Bet. Lemme run back to work and clock out. I?ll be back in twenty.?Lenny Gooden set the oven to warm, threw the pizza inside, and headed back to his bathroom. He brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth, and rubbed lavender scented baby lotion all over his body. Then, he put on a yellow lace-trimmed tank top and a pair of black nylon