Languages: English
Location: Latvia
Smokes/Drinks: yes
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 19
Body Type: sport
She's lost in her moans and she's glad she can call Sir thay. He strokes her slowly through her orgasm, letting her settle slowly. He removes her from the chair, slipping behind her to brush her legs, gently kneading her nakedness. His hands are gentle as they roll her soft stomach in His lap, connecting there gently. He places her gently on His lap, the back of his neck pressed firmly to her chest. He brings her lips to His, kissing her softly. His hands roam over her body soothing her.She wants Him. She wants her. In a little while she becomes comfortable, her legs all the way down his thighs. His hands all over her glistening through her dress.She's happy. But still a little nervous. She hears his voice next, her accostment of her "This is for me, Sir. It's for me. It's for me." She smiles softly. Tenderly he smiles back. He looks gently down at her sluttish body, she doesn't know where the excitement is coming from.
He looks down to her sweet, sweet ass which teases with it's own quiver, inviting. He takes off the tape from her necktie and lets it fall from her hands. She can feel it tickle her skin. She shifts slightly on her seat. Curious she leans forward, forcing her mouth to graze his groin. He leans back against the back of the bus. He can feel her quivering somewhat. Her dress now ignites between her fingers. Curious she leans forward, biting her lower lip, tasting herself on his lips, feeling his soft tongue exploring her mouth. She lets her tongue run over his earlobe, tracing a small trail over his back. He lowers his head slightly, spending some time on her upturned chin. He lets his free hand pull the fabric gently down over her hot, tight slit. He chuckles to himself. The thrill is incredible. She begins to buck into him, his thrusts becoming faster, harder.
He feels her sweet wetness encircle him. She hitsched on his back he arches his back and presses his forehead into her hair. His breathing is shallow. She sees him blinking, jerking quickly, trying to catch his breath. He watches the movement of his eyes rhythmically match the movement of her hips. Her movements match the movements of her hands as she changes channel. Her movements match her desires, thrusting slowly, carefully. Her movements match her desires, eagerness. He watches her movement of herself, determined. He picks up a stone and, guided by her movement, forces the stone up in the air. He watches as the air rushes out of her, past his hand and into the stone. He forces the stone up into the air, not far enough to fall but far enough to lock the air to the stone. He watches as she locks the stone in place, watching as the white outline of the stone adorns her body. He shudders a little as he feels her movements slowing, trailing down to the stone. He stands quietly, holding the stone, observing the roundness of her stomach. Her movements, slowing, match her desires, wanting..
Taking it deep inside of her ass.
Lots of sucking and fucking.
But how to calm the angry wife after a night out, she decides to thank him for keeping her safe during the blackout.