She walked briskly through the moonlight lit park, checking her high value watch as she went. Despite the beads of sweat forming on her brow she pulle... her fur-lined jacket tighter around her toned body. 2:15am, if she wasn't careful she'd be late and it would delay the rest of her schedule. Adrenaline coursed through her entire body and a smile spread across her face as she approached the bench that was her destination. She looked around, checking up and down the paths for any nearby people. Johnathon knew he was getting closer. His balls had tightened painfully, needing a release. Kimberly snaked her hand between their bodies again and manipulated her pulsing bead. Capturing it between two of her fingers, she rubbed both sides at the same time. Tiny gasps and pants escaped her, as she tried her best to focus on riding him and trying to cum at the same time. Johnathon felt her pussy start to pulse. It felt like a moist, velvet glove gripping and releasing him. She had clamped down. I was returning from college by scooter and I was opening the gates of my house when I heard my name being called by Sreeja aunty. Sreeja aunty was my neighbour, around 45 years old and she had two kids of which one of them is my age. Sreeja aunty was like a regular aunty, a bit chubby, with a large ass and perfectly-shaped large boobs, wheatish in color as any typical Indian aunty.Coming back to the story – she was wearing a brown saree as she was coming back from a wedding. I had the habit of. Instead the face is of a cute eighteen year-old Japanese girl. She had big eyes, dark enough to drown in, a pert nose, a natural pout and fair, blemish-free skin. Her hair is thick, raven black and shoulder-length. Just now it is is a mess so reach for your comb and start straightening it out. As you do, you eyes move lower. Your breasts are a little small but nicely-shaped and pop out on your slender frame. Your hips a touch narrower than you preferred and your ass a little smaller. Your legs.