We made amateur sex pictures. Some might call our photographic treasures art, others pornographic. Let's say they are a little of both. We met at a ro...k concert. It was some long forgotten local band playing on a warm October evening in a park outside of Charlotte. Brandi was hot, and it wasn't due to the weather. She wore tight short shorts with an ass sexier than anything found in a Victoria Secret catalogue. Her cum-on-me tits were covered with just enough to make it legal. In other words,. "Don't." I turned, captivated by the pleading blue eyes before me.They were like pools of water, offering, yes offering something. I felt a shiver course through me. "I really don't think there is anything I need here," I pulled away from her grip. "Please," she looked so pathetic, I halted for just a moment and she put her hand back on my elbow. "I'm sure there is something here that would fulfill your needs." She walked me over to one of the chairs as I explained that I needed a nice pair of. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this and before she would answer she had her hand on my cock and was sliding the head into her very tight pussy, she threw her head back and let out a growl and every inch I slid into her she looked like she was ready to burst she had her knees to her tits with her legs in air by the time I had all 8 1/2 inches of my cock in her she said "I'm coming and her eyes rolled back into her head as I felt her body shake. As soon as she told me she was coming. That’s risky I thought, trying to get away with that kind of thing in the loos at her place. I began to type a reply along those lines, when it slowly dawned on me that she was definitely laying down when this picture was taken, and I didn’t either recognise or could guess where in her office that could have been. My reply changed half way, “Where was this taken? …who by? You look so sexy!” It went unanswered and after twenty minutes more I texted again, “Going nuts here!”. Ten minutes.