I lifter her shirt and kissed her stomach up to her amazing breasts, her nipples getting harder with each passing moment in the cool night air. I kis...ed her long and deep on the mouth her tounge exploring every inch of my mouth to reclaim all the flavors of her juices left, I could feel her hand pulling her pants down and working busily on building herself to orgasm, she started to tremble and whispered in my ear that she was a squirter, so knowing what was coming I quickly made my way down to. She smiled up at me as she kissed the tip. I raised my hands to each wall of the confined space as her lips slowly sucked the tip, swirling around it with her tongue. She then proceeded to draw it into her mouth slowly, sliding her tongue around it. Slowly she sucked it harder, deeper until it was in her throat. I could feel gag slightly but got over it as her throat massaged it. She held her mouth tightly around my cock. I let my hands slide off the walls and held her head, my fingers sliding. The visions in his minds eye of them joining took care of the "semi" part of his erection. Her hands on his stomach were coming dangerously close to his private parts as his manhood continued to swell. Skillfully she worked around this obstacle, only nudging it out of the way now and then. She seemed to know how sensitive his testicles were and how much he enjoyed her tender caresses as she used her artistic ability to arouse him even further. The gentle touches of her hands on his most. It was the peacefulness of it. OK, so there were some rowdy parties happening and couples making out in doorways but on the whole she liked being able to hear the wind in the trees and far off revelry. She paused on the pavement by her neighbouring block and lit up her first cigarette of the night. Exhaling the smoke, she followed its journey up and watched it blow away on the slight breeze in the air to be lost amongst the stars. Another reason why she loved the night was because there was no.