The day was hot, so I had dressed appropriately in shorts and t-shirt. Thinking that it maybe wasn't the wisest idea to have not put underwear on, I focused on the road while listening to her describe him fisting her and how far she had gushed. We were on a dual carriageway now and traffic was light. Overtaking the only other car in sight, I checked my mirror as I pulled back in. She was still talking, now about how he had made her cum just by nipple play, when I felt her hand on my crotch. Through the thin material of my shorts, she gripped my throbbing cock and carried on talking. She had bound her meet to the bed and licked, kissed and sucked every inch of him. As these words tumbled from her lips, I glanced over to see her eyes closed, head back, still talking (she had eaten a Krispy cream donut placed on his cock) while her other hand was between her legs. The dress had a very handy split allowing her easy access to her, by the sounds I could hear, clearly wet pussy. |
