While he rubbed her pussy through her shorts, Dean's thumb drifted up slightly, and pressed ever so slightly against her lower belly- right over her b...ladder. "Dean!" She squealed in protest, crossing her legs. "That's not funny you jerk I really have to go!" He bit back a smirk as they started their descent from the mountain pass, and Beth took a deep breath. Just a couple more miles and then they could pull over. He pressed against her belly again, and she moaned at the torturous pressure. He walked towards her, concerned. When she noticed him, she smiled again and grabbed his hand, guiding him towards the stairs that led to the Hawthorne Bridge. Before long, they were on the bridge deck, cars passing by them and rocking the deck. Robin was always unsettled by how much the bridge shook underfoot every time he crossed it. He squeezed her hand as she led him directly into the center, where they could gaze at the Willamette River illuminated by the city lights. ‘Beautiful,’ she. The sex he sought, heaved with soggy well used seed, red and well used, he tasted it, kissed it, then slid into her pouting slot. Without further adoo or undressing. She was in extasy, she had worried that it had been a fantasy and reality would have been too much for him, that he would shun her, call her a whore, or worse, but her faith in him was vindicated, her worries over. He didn’t last 3 minutes, hot pent up seed spewing like a major flood deep into her belly mixing with her lovers cum,. .although you might want to bring some condoms so you don't feel the burn"Words leapt across the screen againFuck that Erin. We like our meat tight and dry. And she exists for OUR pleasure, not for her own. I want to hear that cunt screaming as our rock solid cocks bury themselves inside her resisting holes. There'll be enough manlube dripping from her to avoid any real permanent...physical...damage"True, that's true Jason.Now I'm going to set your viwing screens to a split image. On the left.