”“Yeah?”“Oh yeah. Very.”She grinned. “She thinks you’re fucking me, you know.”“Aren’t I?”She smirked. “Not technically. And if...you don’t pretty soon I’m gonna fucking implode.”“It just seems like your first time should be … I don’t know … something.”Nikki opened her mouth to spit something back, but then her face turned a sort of russet shade.“How did you know?”“Educated guess,” he replied, finally confirming his inkling.She blushed. “I hate it, you know. It’s like carrying somebody else’s. You find a woman with muscles that almost rival your own sitting in your windowsill. The curves of the spikey-haired blonde make the tattered black shirt she wears loose over her midriff displaying her solid, scar-touched abs; the sleeves, however, grip tightly to the woman's muscular arms, more scars escape from the fabric's grip. A tattered pink fabric is tied around her waist, tight messy-white pants trail from the fabric to a armored and spiked-kneepads that are attached to her steel lined. It seemed to take forever for me to work on the knot. She jumped every time I pulled on her hair and then she would settle back down to where my hard on was right where she wanted it. She even decided that she needed to fix her wedgie and brushed my hard on with her hand as I could not move since I was still working on the string at the top. I could swear that she copped a good feel and might have even squeezed it as well. Then announcing that she now had a frontal wedgie. She reach down to fix. Usne ek jhatke me apna suit utara aur kya batau kya lag rahi thi! Gora naram badan, uspe ubhre hue bade boobs (average se thoda bada), red colour ki bra me! Mai toh dekh ta hi reh gaya!Mai ghure hi jaa raha rha ki usne bra ka hook bhi khol diya aur uske bade se boobs azaad hogaye. Bade bade pink nipple aur rasile! Mai jhat se hath uske boobs pe rakhe aur dabne laga aur woh ankhe bandh kar ke maza le rahi thi.Fir usne mera chera padka aur uth ke aage aye. Apne gaand mere land pe upar se hi.