If I tilt my pelvis forward just a little, my button's rubbing the base of his dick on each stroke and that means another one for me. I can just barel... remain conscious enough to read myself and him and when I feel his thrusts upward take a sharp note, it's time. A few moves at just the right speed and I'm coming and when I do that, I drag against him and 'BANG!' I feel the first jet deep inside me. I can time my surges with his and after the first three squirts, he's up for some slow strokes. She remove my T-shirt and started to kiss my chest and my whole body very passionately..I reacted her and removed her t shirt and kissing her chest and rubbing her breast over her bra..kissed her navel area and she left a huge moan. She unhooked her bra and her beautiful small breasts coming out..I started to take in my mouth one by one and enjoying .She moaning very heavily now..meanwhile she started to rub my dick over my pant onlyI allows her to remove my pant..she did it immediately and. This is my usual afternoon get away during the week, as I have it all to myself. I was under the bridge fishing about six weeks ago in the midst of that heat wave. The shade was cool and there was a light, lazy breeze. After about thirty minutes of nothing much happening, not a nibble, everything was about to change. She came out of nowhere it seemed, 5'5 full of curves, perfect tits, young and in great shape. She was wearing a painted on T-shirt and micro shorts that seemed to be being eaten. Sure, at night, in the city, it’s dark anyway, can’t be that hard, can it? So I’m driving down a side street and look for a parking lot while Sabrina’s fucking herself with the bottle and doesn’t seem to notice me anymore.When we come to a stop, she doesn’t notice that either, that’s how far gone she was. And what do I do? At first I want to yell at her, shake her, try to somehow, well, discretely, get her to stop. But all I’m doing is stare at her. It’s dark, I can barely see anything. Just a.