She does so with no reservations. I crack my knuckles. “In order to get the Full effect of this, I will have to put my hands under your shirt. Is t...is ok?”“Sure,” she replied. Then I proceeded to crack my knuckles and ease my hands under her blue shirt. Before I moved to her neck and shoulders, I gently touched her back moving my fingers up and down gently. I placed my palms on her Back and moved up to her neck and began the massaging. It was evident that I was doing it right because her. She swallowed most of it but some had dripped out the corners of her mouth. Using her fingers she wiped the dripping cum up and licked her hand clean. (cum is something she only recently found she liked)They road in silence for a few more minutes before the driver said he was near the turn around point in his plow route. I hadn’t called her back yet so she asked if there was someplace warm he could drop her while she waited for me. He pulled into a gas station and picked up his CB. He. The force of his strokes made Rashmi keep moving forward, resulting in her laying down on her boobs. She did the hard work of keeping her ass arched so that Rahul could keep banging her.Rahul: I am about cum.Rashmi: I am cumming too, don’t stop keeping fucking. Yes! Fuck Me! Keep fucking.Rahul: Can I cum inside you?Rashmi: No, please don’t. Unload on my ass cheeks or back.Rahul kept fucking hard and fast for a few more seconds. As Rashmi had her orgasm, Rahul pulled out and started to. I took a deep breath and stepped off the curb—and there he was! He took my elbow, silently urging me to run with him. I fancied I could feel the heat and texture of his fingertips through the thick corduroy of my jacket sleeve. We crossed the parking lot in long, splashing strides. Without slowing, I pressed the button on my key fob to unlock the car. He laughed as I ducked into the driver’s seat, a throaty chuckle that made me wonder what he sounded like as he came. Circling the hood, he.