AND I STARTED TO RUB THE FRONT OF JEANS THAT WERE BECOMING TIGHTER AS WE KISSED. HE SAID THAT IT WAS TOO COLD OUT HERE FOR PLAYING AND I SAID IT WAS T...O COLD FOR YOU BUT NOT FOR ME. I SAID THAT YOUR COCK WILL BE IN MY PUSSY AND NOT IN THE COLD THAT I WAS THE ONE THAT WAS GOING TO HAVE MY ASS IN THE COLD WHILE YOU POUNDED ME AND I REACHED DOWN AND STARTED PULLING HIS LARGE MEMBER OUT OF HIS ZIPPER AND REACHED DOWN AND STARTED SUCKING DEEPLY ON HIS COCK AND IT GREW SO HARD AND THE VEINS WERE ALL. She moved her fingers up and down as she satisfied herself. Then she added a fourth finger to her pleasure center. The sound of her fingers smacking loudly against her twat was so loud that a small amount of cum began to pour out of the tip of my fully aroused cock. Brooke screamed as she removed her fingers from her wet pussy and allowed her warm cum to squirt out of it. I cried out as she deliberately covered my crotch with her moist pussy juice. By the time her orgasm had reached its end, my. Understandably so, since it was mid-october, after all. I shivered and pulled my jacket closer towards me, visible chill bumps forming under my tight black leggings. I gazed at the clock in my dimly lit car. 10:14. I had been sitting in the passenger seat for about 20 minutes now, waiting for my damn stomach to calm down. I had excused myself from the apartment complex full of cold beer and good company due to waves of nausea that kept sweeping over me, along with gradual crescendoes of sharp. I explained it to her; I explained everything to her. She ran screaming from my house, calling me ... well, she wasn't very happy. The next week, though, she was back. She begged me to instruct her; to show her how to be a Domme for her husband and we tried ... we tried over the next week ... but she just wasn't able to pull it off; she much preferred to be a slave. So she begged me to teach her how to be that; how to fit inside her husband's new kinky world. We worked on it for days and she.