I moan out to you that I'm close and you lean down and nip at my shoulder. You whisper in my ear that you are close too and your breath tickling my ea... makes me shiver. “Fuck me harder, baby. Slam that cock into me, make me cry out. Fill your dirty girl full of your cum. Fill me so much that when you pull out it just flows from my pussy down my legs.” You just groan and hold tight onto my hips and continue to slam your cock in and out of my pussy. I tense and my back arches as I cum hard. You. He should be here any minute, and... Jesus, Jesus, you'll have to excuse me, Dan. I have to piss something fierce." She clutched at her crotch and made a wild dash for the potty in the church basement.Her bladder was overflowing and the insides of her thighs were wet from the leakage, the hot fluid squeezing out with every step she took. She'd felt the urge even before Dan fucked her in the loft, and it was unbearable now.Rushing into the toilet stall, Joan lifted her skirt. Her piss poured. My chin rested on his shoulder, and rubbed against the velvety softness of his hoody, breathing in the lynx deodorant mixed to his sweat and cigarette smoke that permeated his body.Fuck I never thought that a smelly chav boy would could make me so hard.The cold made his dick shrivel up somewhat; as we both stood there in the pale moonlight, leaning up against the side of my car, I whispered, "ok here we go...I hope you like it".I was really nervous because I really wanted to please the boy.So I. Trump didn't need any further invitation and flicked his tongue over her erect nipples much to the delight of Manning who squealed in pleasure."You've done that before,” she exclaimed as the excitement rose.She could feel his length against her own, both of them had raging erections and a desire that no amount of touching would quench. Manning undid Trump’s trousers as he pulled off her tracksuit bottoms by the poppers, both of them fondling each other as they went.Manning took control and with.