Your skirt is riding up with the motion and You know your pussy is becoming really wet. You can feel your heart banging in your chest in time with the...music. You put one hand around the back of his neck as you put as much weight as you can onto his leg with your pussy. Your looking him in the eye now with your mouth open and you can feel that is jeans are wet from your juice. You take another quick look in my direction and then move your legs away and reach up to his ear and shout over the. Being the gentleman that I am, who was I to refuse her. With a sudden lunge my tongue was buried in her soaked hole, my nose pressed against her clit. ‘AAAARRRGGGGHHH!’ Her scream was guttural and loud enough to let Matt and Becky know exactly what was going on behind our closed door. Her hips started a rhythmic thrusting on my searching tongue as her hands left my hair and grabbed her own knees, spreading and opening herself even further. This freed my hands up for more enterprising tasks, and. In one swift motion he was atop me, pulling at my belt. And me yanking at his more. Not one word escaped our moths until a rush of cold air hit us hard. Andrew pulled me closer to him, tenderly rubbing my dick. Torturing me slowly, moving up and down touching all the pressure points on me. (How did he get this good?) Not even thinking I yanked his pants down by his knees and pulled his dick roughly over to my mouth. The warmth of my mouth on his skin made his shiver more. But I knew that he. Digging her boots in, she shut the patio door and pushed out into the gale, swearing under her breath as she was whipped back and forth across the backyard. The going was slow, but finally she made it to the small white detached garage where fuel for the backup generators was stored. After a quick search inside, she found the heavy red plastic containers filled to the brim with gasoline. When the garage side door slammed shut with a resounding bang, followed seconds later with loud ticking.