Wow jese lal rang ke kapdo me qued lal gulab…I was in my nite wear..tight red tshirt and black Capri…me uska hath pakadke jaldi se use ek chhote s... kache raste se bridge ke niche,jaha koi ata jata nahi tha wahi ek kone me le gaya..wo bina kuchh puche wo mere pichhe chali ayi..usne jo spray lagaya tha uski khushboo muje pagal kar rahi thi…mene use hi kaha,to usne bhi reply me hi raj..kaha,wo puchne lagi “aap muje yaha kyu laye? Muje andhere me akele bahut darr lagta he”aur muh banana lagi..mene. "I spun round and saw a moun5ain of a man, he looked like a chubby lumberjack, all man and really butch. I blushed and panic as no one knew I was wearing panties or stockings. It turned out that when I sat down my pink panties were visible over the top of my jeans. I quickly pulled my shirt out of my pants to cover my ass but he had already seen my panties. I wasn't sure whether he was going to punch me or put me over his shoulder. As it turns out the latter was on his mind. He turned and left. The car passes without a look. “It was some old dude”. “He didn't even look, he was having a hard enough time seeing where he was going”! She laughed; her lower back rising off the hood and her big tits jiggle. I wrap my strong arms up under her thighs and place her legs upon my shoulders. I bring her sweet shaved pussy up to my mouth. I kiss and lick her thighs, teasing her pussy. “please eat me! Please!” I tease a bit more as I love to see a pussy drip its clear sugary nectar. Truly. She wanted a good fuck so, I was making it a memorable one for her (hopefully). Her hairless slit was smeared with her own juices as with my balls too. By far she was the wettest woman I have ever fucked, period. After her first orgasm, I didn’t stop to give her a breather. Needles say, I went for it again. Picking up the pace twice as fast. From walk in the park to ‘jogging’ mode. I was on a rampage. It was futile of her trying to restrict my thrusting momentum. She ‘surrendered’ a few minutes.