Deb came out of her house as soon as I pulled into the driveway and my pants were instantly tight as my cock sprung to attention. Deb was wearing a st...etchy tank top with spaghetti string shoulder straps and stretch jeans with a little backpack, and she looked delicious. She got into the truck and smiled at me. We started to drive to our house and as soon as we rounded the first corner Deb reached over and touched my crotch. I wanted her incredibly badly but this time was about the 3 of us, not. The situation I found myself in, so exposed and humiliated, had led me to lose all track of time. I felt a rush of redness to my face as I thought back on the spanking and paddling I had already received that night. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I could also feel the sticky wetness between my thighs – my body’s way of betraying me, showing him just how much I had also been turned on by his attentions. I strained to hear any noise from behind me. Was he still there, watching,. Daar heerlijk door de besneeuwde bossen gelopen, vind ik heerlijk om lekker alleen te zijn, gewoon lekker je eigen gang te kunnen gaan.Na de wandeling weer terug naar de auto om maar weer richting huis te gaan, maar eerst nog maar even tanken.Ik vond een tankstation in de bebouwde kom, natuurlijk hadden ze hier flink zout gestrooid.Het tankstation lag dicht langs de weg met een laag bosschage er tussen.Er stond nog een man te tanken, toen er een sneeuwschuiver met veel te hoge snelheid voorbij. The need to have his cock inside you is relentless. I'm a businesswoman and in my thirties. I'm not a silly wench in her early twenties. I used to dress in business attire. Now, I dress in the tightest and shortest skirts, often with exposed zips for easy access. I look like an upmarket slut for that is what I have become. The need for Marcus's cock is all-consuming. Dressing that provocatively has consequences, of course it does! There are other black guys, young bucks who come up to you in.