My cock was still sticking out of my paints, he got on his knees and started unbuckling my belt, he then unsnapped my paints pulled my zipper down and...pull my paints down, I was wearing boxer short he pulled those down too and went back to sucking my cock while massaging my ass cheeks. I was enjoying having his mouth on my cock and feeling his hands on my ass. I grab his head and started to mouth fuck him. He pulled away and asked me to turn around and bend over. I did as i was told. I turned. We were sitting on the sofa that doubled as a bunk in the sitting room. He lifted me and sat me on his hard penis. I helped by arranging my self so that I could ride him by rising slightly the lowering myself back on his penis. I could feel it inside me not so deep but very active. My muscles massaged him as well and my body opened an closed around his penis as I lifted off, then fell back on it. I could feel my body move from the ache of loss, to the joy of being full. It was a huge emotional. Despite the late afternoon hour, the sign on the door said: OUT TO LUNCH. Below it another one read: COME ON IN - MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME. I decided to take him up on his offer.The factory was deserted. The sun slanted in through big tall windows. A few shelves had a small number of classic toys - wooden soldiers, toy cannons, and the like. Most were empty. One got the impression that these were the leftovers from the last gift-giving season. It is a shame if these are the toys left behind,. Cum all over my face, cum in my hair, cum on my blouse and on my bare belly, not to mention my skirt which was wet with my release on both the front and back from when I fell in it. My pussy was still pretty wet so I thought it best to remove my skirt to prevent it from getting worse. I mean no one could see my naked lower half in here right? So what’s the harm?I began playing with my sopping pussy to pass the time until my favorite penis showed up. Massaging my lips, running my clit fingering.