Drink or Die! (For Tatyina)

Clyde never really minded women pulling on that thin hair of his; he actually enjoyed it when they did that too him; but when Duffy clutched tightly onto Clyde's hair and yanked him up to her, he couldnt help but bit down on his teeth, after feeling the painfully rough tug.

"Ahhh... Ya aint gotta Yell Woman!! Im R--" Clyde's words were cut off as Duffy forcefully pulled Clyde's head into her crotch. Not wanting the girl to get Violent, Clyde complied with Duffy's orders and sought to keep pleasing her; sticking his tounge within her pussy, happily sucking and gnawing deep inside of her , dispite being forced against his will. Clyde continued to eat out Duffy like there was no tommorrow, aiming to please to try lovely scottish girl who had a tight fisted clutch on him, dispite being worn out.

Once duffy felt the slick tongue pressed against her womanhood, she left out a moan and loosened the grip slightly, running her fingers through his hair as she felt the pleasure resurface. The fucking had done a bnumber on her already and within a minute's time, she was already close to cumming. "T-that's it laddie!" She said. "Yer findin theth' deepest part o th' loch!" She then moaned as her juices began to flow and she was rocked by an orgasm, gripping CLyde's hair tightly again and then pushing him onto his back once she finished. She leaned over panting and then looked at Clyde. She bent down and grabbed her shirt and pants before leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek. She then put on her clothes and stretched. "Not bad laddie, ye churn the butter pretty good fer a yanjkee lad." She tiad with a grin and winked at him. "Shite..." She muttered as she turned to leave. "A'er that A need a right tipple."

Clyde shut his eyes, soothing into the pleasureable touch of Duffy's fingers that ran through his hair, loving every second of it as he continued bounce Duffy along his cocked as their hips rocked up and down on eatchother, shaking the ring while he contiuned to pluge his moist lapping tounge into her sex; stopping upon hearing the erupting orgasm of Duffy echo through the gym as she reached her climax, before being pushed back down on the mat with a low grunt, panting heavily as he lay sprawled out under Duffy, looking up with a goofy smile toward the beautiful scottish brawler; blushing slightly as she kissed his cheek.

"Aint nobody gonna churn the butter like Clyde Gastin, momma... That's for damn sure..." Clyde said with a confident smirk. He was pretty proud to think Duffy thought higher of him now; thier encounter was rough, but things seemed to smooth out in end, allowing Clyde to realize that he and Duffy were not so diffrent from eachother, he then started to contemplate things, putting two and two together. Was He just like Her? Was She just like Him? Clyde continued to think about it more and more, eventually coming to the conclusion that the only thing diffrent about them seemed to be the fact that she was a woman and that she was from Scotland.

"Gah Dammit... Just my type... Who knew?" Clyde thought to himself still laying on the mat, watching Duffy stretch; he really didnt feel like getting up, it was too much effort for the lazy Clyde who just wanted a drink before he fell asleep; but as soon as he heard her speak again, the naked clyde shot up instantly, trying to figure out what Duffy was saying. "Tipple..? Tipple...? ....YOU'RE GOIN FER AH DRINK!!!" Clyde exclaimed happily jumping up on his feet, grabbing his jeans, hat and shirt, and slipping them on quickly before stumbbling towards Duffy.

"Hold on Baby, im coming too!!" Clyde said streching his neck from left to right before catching up with Duffy; trying to slither his left arm around her. "You know Duff... You're Alright..." Clyde said with a grin, pitting his hat on.