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Stacey gets More Cum From Another BLACK Stranger
6 лет назад
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But when I noticed the distinct musk of a wet pussy, I was forced to pull David away from my pussy and close up my legs. It was too dangerous to risk anyone recognizing the distinctive smell of a wet hot pussy. The look on David’s face was priceless, the look of desire and need for relief. He needed me, and I was loving it. His cock was so hard and warm, I felt proud…proud and really horny. I continued to rub and stroke David. Looking out the window, I figured we had about ten minutes left on the interstate then fifteen more in the city before reaching the office. I reached that point, I wanted to get David off. It was as much for me as it was for him. The problem was how to pull it off in a crowded bus?
Turning in my seat, I changed grip to my right hand. As I stroke with more deliberate movements, I looked around, needing to be assured no attention was on us. The bus was quiet, everyone quietly relaxing or sleeping. The soft music still playing, mixing with the soft hum of the bus. My tempo on David picked up, faster, long strokes. I could feel his precum leaking out, coating my hand as it enveloped his beautiful cockhead. David labored to keep his breathing quiet. He was closer to the edge, but not close enough yet. I continued, picking up my pace and increasing the firmness of my grip. I cannot fully express how erotic it was for me, jacking off a man, not my husband, in the back seat of a crowded bus, in the dark. I have never experienced anything as erotic.
Turning in my seat, I changed grip to my right hand. As I stroke with more deliberate movements, I looked around, needing to be assured no attention was on us. The bus was quiet, everyone quietly relaxing or sleeping. The soft music still playing, mixing with the soft hum of the bus. My tempo on David picked up, faster, long strokes. I could feel his precum leaking out, coating my hand as it enveloped his beautiful cockhead. David labored to keep his breathing quiet. He was closer to the edge, but not close enough yet. I continued, picking up my pace and increasing the firmness of my grip. I cannot fully express how erotic it was for me, jacking off a man, not my husband, in the back seat of a crowded bus, in the dark. I have never experienced anything as erotic.