We decided the place and I got a bike from my cousin. I picked her up from dadar station and we started to move to nariman point, while we were drivin...g she caught me up from behind like a girlfriend and slowly started moving her hand towards my cock.I understood that she was horny, we went to nariman point around 7 in the evening. We were siting facing towards the Arabian ocean and the slowly kept her head on my shoulder and held my hand and started carcassing my hand slowly we moved close, and. Actually, this skirt was kind of cool. It was a jean skirt, but it had velcro instead of buttons or a zipper. When I seen this, I knew I had to have it. I knew right away, this would be a skirt that is easy to take off. You never think about such things until you are about to fuck the guy. But, I am starting to think that way now.I went to a coffee shop and I had a few cups of coffee. I was really into this newspaper they had there. I don’t know where it was from, but it wasn’t in English. I. She kneeled on the ground, in the street as she pleasured him, his legs reaching out of the car. He deserved it; she had enjoyed him in the past; the children he'd impregnated her with were exceptionally healthy."I should have known better, eh Mark? You always were a Tit man." she reminded herself. as a syrupy curtain of white jizz spread luxuriously across the firm slopes of tan-colored, bulging boobs to put a stripper to shame. She kneaded her titflesh, squeezing Marcus' member between. She held him inside of her mouth, using her hand to squeeze the base of his cock and pump slightly. He came inside of her mouth, spurt after spurt. She tasted his ejaculate and continued to pump and suck. Peter softly grunted as he climaxed, he felt the warm wet sensation of Susan’s mouth surrounding hismember, and the tugging in his loins as he came. As his climax ended, Peter opened his eyes and looked down at Susan. She was looking back at him with her blue eyes, her lips still around his.