She slid up and down, one cheek then the other, then her nose and her forehead rubbing right along the length of me. I could feel her breath hot again...t the base of my shaft. "Soo big." She rubbed the side of her face against it again. "Soo hard." She had gone beyond just liking my cock, she was practically worshiping it.Her head reared up and her eyes met mine for just a moment before she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I moaned as she slid down, taking nearly half of my length. The exhibitionist in me and my love towards adventure did not mind doing such things in the running car. In fact, it made me even more exited and anxious to get to the pre decided private and a small beach, managed by a private club and find a secluded area since I was before the scheduled appointment with my hubby there and I wanted to utilize that time and wait for him enjoying in a productive way.I pressed my foot down on the accelerator. The wind whipped through my soft hairs and danced. As she opened therefrigerator door a blast of cold air raised goosebumpson her bare legs; just panties and a shirt was Sherri’sstandard nighttime garb.The noise of the refrigerator door was followed almostinstantly by a high-pitched “Oooeek! Oooeeek! Oooeek!”from a large cage on the kitchen table. “Oh, Rambo,”Sherri scolded. “Hungry again? Honestly, sometimes Ithink you’re nothing but a lettuce factory.” Before opening her Coke she reached into. I watched eagerly as he thrust, drooling in anticipation; I wanted it to get into my mouth.The pleasure in my tits was unfair, to be honest. He was fucking my chest with his meat stick and all I could do was stare like a deer in the headlights, my head in a fog from being made to cum from tit play. The electric feeling in my chest didn't recede at all while the friction from his prick pounded my boobs.I began to fuck my own pussy, shoving two fingers in. My snatch ate my fingers up, practically.