Batschka had to show his identification to get through all the checkpoints on his way out of the building. Each guard passed the well-known Yana throu...h with no comments, other than noting to his comrade Comrade how fine her cleavage looked today.But Yana heard none of their observations and continued to stare into the void.Outside, where the brisk wind whipped her blouse about and occasionally exposed the hard pink nipples on her beautiful snowy white breasts, she was oblivious to the. I fell to the bench, and took hold of it. My knuckles were white as I clutched at the padded cement seat. It felt like it was my only lifeline to something tangible. Looking up, sweat dripping profusely from my face, I realized I was in the heart of the third floor promenade with dozens of people all around me. This was the last place that I wanted to be! The plants only gave me partial cover, but there was a water fountain I hadn’t seen earlier. Either way, with the way things were going, this. He took my requestes and started to pump harder and faster. "your so tight baby," he moaned. " fuck me harder daaddy!!!" i yelled again.he finally got tired and scooped me up in his arms as he lay down, his nine incher still in me deep. i got up top and started to pump my self as hard and deep as i could. he moaned and i felt jets of his cum in my mouth. i took myself off and ate the last drops of his cum, i was sweet and warm, i atamatically wanted more of it when it was all gone. we. I felt him nod. He scooped me up of the floor and threw me onto his bed. I squealed and laughed, my heart racing from arousal and from flying through the air. He pounced on top of me and grabbed the hem of my dress. We worked together to pull it over my head. We started messing with the buttons of his shirt, but it was taking a long time because we couldn’t see them in the dark. ‘I have a lot of white button ups,’ he said finally. I heard the ripping of stitches and the sound of buttons hitting.