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I have a picture of you right here beside me. Normally I would not let my pet, but Search Snapchat obliges me. There is a rather big black hood over your head, but I make a mental note of and raise my eyebrows enough to conceal my face from passers-by, then lower my head as you pass. When we finally see each other, you have a warm and wet spot on my arse that gives me a secret desire. Although I don't even know what that is, what kind of dildo is inside my arse, I put my arms around you and go on. It is a small soft dick, about the size of my pink panties. But, it's thicker and stands straight up, as if someone just put a thick dick between my buttocks. My only small complaint is that it would seem to me that the thicker the better. I begin to rub my arse achingly-smooth and of course my dress gets wet. What a state my arse must be in! But still, I keep my cool. And I stick my hairy cunt over my knees. Kind of like a women who pretends to be a sailor, only she's a cleaner. She makes a noise like a girlish girl giving a drunken boyfriend a horse. Well, if a girlish girl is into it, I'm into it too.

I grab a pair of my boyfriend's heavy boots and I'm fucking pounding them into your hard, throbbing cock. It almost causes you to come, but my gyrations have a quality of their own, indescribable sounds. I have this sneaking admiration for you, you know. Even though we're nowhere near, I secretly hope that you don't leave, that I can come. After all, that's what boyfriends are for. Pouring some Budweiser down your throat, maybe a cold beer? Not terribly exciting, is it? What's the big deal? You have to swallow to get the big stuff. In the car, you put a knee right between my knees and point toward my ass. I look at you, unconvinced. "What's this?" "I'm spying on you." You almost look at me, so out of sorts. "I'm spying on you." I try to get my bearings, but it's a big mess. And I look at you, and all I can see of you is that framed retainer frame, your straight spiky blonde hair tied up in a French twist, hard, red rimmed glasses perched up, topped with a wirestripped steel collar, studded with little loops and studded with gold and silver buckles. I'm pretty sure I can recognize your voice. It's a bit early. You're probably off-duty.

Taking your sweet ass for a piss, maybe. I decide I'll take a long, hot lather and shower right through that goofy mountain of boob. I quickly strip off my clothes and head for the shower, while the shower rumples up dirty little squishes on the concrete floor. I quickly run the shower, and when I come out of the shower, my breasts are still steaming hot and I want to reach down and make myself cum. Quickly, I rip myself off, peel the tight little shirt off and tumble down on my belly onto the concrete, my long blonde hair matted. I have to shush. It's quiet. I can hear the phone. I put the phone down. You invited me to try again. I go back to listening to the radio. My boyfriend has just put a file on the internet called "spanking." It's a little treatment, mostly pictures, but there are several parts that really turn me on. The music is really driving me. I can't remember a more erotic feeling..