‘Oh – oh my! Oh, Daddy!’ Soon I am riding you. You hold me like a tight velvet glove. And you are almost there. Almost there. I take your hands ...n mine, pressing them down hard into the bed with my weight, our fingers entwined. You can feel my heat and my thrusts driving you onward. You can feel my desire. I’m holding you tight. I’m holding you open – your hands on either side of your head. It feels so good to be held so tightly. It feels so good to be wanted so badly. You feel my weight. We lived in a high rise apartment building on the 8th or 9th floor, and there were other taller buildings around but it was dark and there was no light on the patio so I figured it was not likely that any one was outside and if they were they probably could not see me. I raised my skirt and kind of squatted down just in case someone was looking. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pulled them down, and sat down on the little concrete bench that was on the patio. It was very cold and started to. Before long I decide that enough is enough and its time that you ditched your hoodie, to your dismay since you are forced to cease working on getting my cock to its maximum length and girth. You hurriedly remove your hoodie so that you can continue doing what you are taking so much pleasure in already, when you realize that I’m not kissing your neck anymore. Not only that, but now because I have my right hand free again, I move my right hand down to your still cloth covered mound and begin. I pulled her even closer and moved my hand off her tits to under her short skirt, god she was wet already. My fingers moved over the gusset of her knickers, causing a slight groan to escape her lips."Open up for me," I whispered into her ear.Her thighs moved apart slightly, enough for me to pull her knickers aside and get my fingers into her wet pussy. Her hips were now pushing back at my hand to increase the friction, until a loud groan left her lips as she came."There's a good girl," I.