Cheryl Lynn also felt more naturalness fall onto her skin. It was hot slickness that provided just the right amount of lube for rubbing. "Wow, you are...getting wet! You are starting to make my pussy drip! Keep rubbing over my patch. I love it when your hard nub touches my skin!" Cheryl Lynn said as she felt the moisture dribble out of her own pussy. "You are going to be even more wet soon. I can feel myself getting ccclllloooosssseeee!" The young woman said at the same time the first wave hit. “You want me?” I asked him. “Yes,” he answered. “Yes what?” I inquired. “Yes I want you,” he answered with shallow breaths, his eyes begging me. “Tell me what you want,” I ordered him. “I want you to ride my cock,” he let out in an almost squeak, unable to hold onto his voice with how excited that he was. As soon as he told me what he wanted I slammed my pussy down around his cock, moaning out loud as I took in as much as I could. It had been forever since I’d had someone’s cock in me and. His hands and arms give the impression of a man who works very hard all day.The van's floor is done in a deep avacado shag pile that might be the 1970s original. It smells vaguely of stale cigarettes, but is otherwise neat and clean. NASCAR Boy keeps a blanket, a couple of pillows, a roll of paper towels, and a washcloth always handy. I get the distinct impression I'm not his only fuck, but that's cool. He's always clean, presentable and prepared.I take off everything but my T-shirt, and. .a slut of the highest order...now...STRIP!" Sylvia knew He was right. Both parts of her body mentioned, were excited. She dropped her blue nurses too the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it under his desk. "Whoa....stay like that for a while....fucking lovely. You suit that colour...."Sylvia was wearing matching, deep pink boy shorts and push up bra. She looked stunning. "How many men have you had in, say....the last month?......remember the 'notes'!....don't dare lie!" "Well...there.