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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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she was very tired, her eyes stinging from the oncoming traffic. She found a lay by set back off the lakeside road and sighed as she turned the car off. She got out and grabbed the bottled water and shut the door. She lent back over the bonnet to stretch her back and took a swig off the cool water. As she replaced the lid, she heard a twig snap. Stood motionless for what seemed like eternity, she listened to the cumbrian darkness, was she not alone, was it nothing ? She lit a cigaret and leant on the car, just listening. The metal was cool and made her nipples erect. She widened her stance and dug a heel into the gravely ground as she smoked, rolling a stone under her foot. She raised her black skirt to pull up her stockings and then she heard another sound. A foot on soft ground. Her heart rate increased and senses on full alert. She turned to the car and took hold of the handle and flicked the butt into the direction of the sound. It glowed in the distance then extinguished in the damp grass. Not yet ready to continue her journey, she leant back on the car, feeling its cool steel on her breasts and mound. She reached down and began to rub her clit, feeling horney. She could sense a presence very near, but did not stop or look round. She could hear creeping on the gravely ground, a stranger approaches from the shadows. She can smell a cologne and its unusual. She stops rubbing her pussy and just listens. Then a warm rough hand strokes her inner thigh, making her jump. The stranger withdraws then she pushes her bum out to invite him back. She twitches and gasps as his hand returns to feel her creamy thigh. Then a wet tongue is running up her leg to her thigh. She reaches back and pulls her skirt over her soft buttocks and pulls her panties aside. The strangers tongue moves towards her pussy and skims over it and then her anus is swamped with hot wet licks and sucking lips making her weak at the knees. She parts her cheeks with both hands and he probes her deep, exploring her dark desire. Then he pulls away and she hears a zip. Then a hot spongy object is pushed against her wet relaxed wanten anus. She pushes back onto it, feeling the heat in her , the tickely hair, his rough hands on her waiste as he awaites her to push back when she feels she can accomodate. She slides down him , feeling every undulation of him till her anus is seated firmly round the hairy base. Then . . . . |
