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Carlos gasped as Cobrina's stocking-covered toe slipped against his crotch once again. His erection was getting painful, trapped as it was inside his trendy skinny jeans.

"I think we should go so that I can fuck you like you've never been fucked before," Carlos breathed huskily. He turned his smoldering Hispanic eyes on Cobrina and she almost laughed, except that she knew his macho exterior was merely a thin shell over his insecure core and she didn't want to crush his spirit. Well, not yet at least.

Instead, she replied, "You have no idea how I've been fucked before."

Carlos didn't miss a beat. "Then let's go play together. I'm sure, given time, we can come up with SOMETHING new for you!" Then his eyebrows rose as he saw Cobrina throw a $1,000 bill on the table.

"I don't want to wait for change, dear, so let's go. Your place or mine?" she added with a humorous lilt to her voice.

"Uhh, how about your place," was Carlos' uneasy reply. Coobrina reached out to Empathica and found that the two lovely women had reached their destination, which apparently was a gorgeous high-rise condo owned by the little blonde bimbo. It figured that Carlos was a kept man, she thought to herself although, as he stood up and revealed his rock-hard chest and abs and then turned to show off a perfect butt cradled by those too-tight jeans, she admitted that she wouldn't mind keeping him herself.

"My place it is, you bad boy," Cobrina teased, reaching out to grab a handful of that perfect ass. Carlos didn't seem surprised; apparently he was used to being used like a piece of meat.

Unlike when the girls departed and had to struggle to find a cab, as soon as Cobrina emerged from the portal of the restaurant a super-stretch limo appeared. It's surface, though, was unlike any Carlos had ever seen. Unlike the typical black or white, it was covered with a glossy snakeskin paint job that almost looked like real scales. The limo glided smoothly to the entrance and the driver approached to open to back door for his passengers.

Carlos gallantly offered to let Cobrina enter first, but she declined with a wave of her hand. "Oh, no, I'd much rather keep staring at that ass of yours." Carlos smiled, the compliment feeding his faux confidence, as he strutted into the enormous car.

"Nice catch, my mistress," the driver whispered once Carlos once inside. "I think you'll have plenty of fun with this one."

"Don't I always?" was Cobrina's playful reply. Perhaps only the driver saw the menace in her otherwise-innocent grin, and he couldn't help but shudder, knowing what was to come.