"Um...excuse me, sir," she muttered, not sure how to approach him or if he even understood her. "Could I um, you know, stay with you tonight?"After th...t he looked at her for a long time. He looked at the different parts of her, and for awhile his eyes were focused on the exposed area of her breasts and then, for an even longer time, the front of her shorts. She looked down, noticing she hadn't bothered to zip up her shorts from earlier and that a small patch of her dripping vagina was showing.. After few minutes I untie her bra and there I saw her lovely boobs with pink tits. I can never forget that scene in my life, I started to kiss and lick the tits meanwhile started to play her pussy along with panty which became wet in no time. After lot of hesitation I removed her panty which she hides with both the hands I move over there and kiss the pelvic area and smell it which was better than any scent.She caught me and we both again started to fight our tongue, she removed my undies and. Our thighs met."Ahh," she cried, leaning back to brace her shoulders on the tree and lift her legs above my hips as the wide-rimmed head of my rigid root slid into her glove-like passage and drove on until it was fully seated and our bodies were bone to bone, ballocks to buttocks. She linked her ankles behind me, held my upper arms and squinted her eyes as we began, twelve stone of her hanging on my jumping rod, testing my mettle.I grabbed my wrist in the small of her back and gave her a couple. “Hell, yeah,” I smiled to myself, “Perfect.” I brushed my long dark hair forward, over my collarbone and further down, little arrows pointing cheekily towards my cleavage. I was beginning to enjoy this. The guy waiting for me outside Trillians Rock Bar was, to my relief, instantly recognisable from his Tinder profile. “Hi Sindy,” he grinned with a twinkle. “I’m Mark. Lovely to meet you.” He was a little scruffy around the edges, just how I like my men, casually dressed, when I leaned in to.