After a few minutes he lifts me again just to stumble backwards onto the bed. "I've dreamed of riding your big cock," I purr lustfully at the same tim...e I rest my hands on his chest. "So have I. Now fuck it good." Those words spur me on to immediately slam down as hard as I can. My head flies back in ecstasy as he helps me continue. All kinds of sexual noises fill the air around us, some more animal-like than the others. The moment he bends his knees slightly, his cock reaches its deepest depth. There were about twenty booths, some with gloryholes and a couple with transparent/opaque windows. Though they had no doors, the booths were designed with a double turn entrance so that some privacy was afforded. I selected one in the rear that had a gloryhole in one side wall. The circular opening was about three inches in diameter, neatly cut in the partition, which was constructed of thick laminated plywood. There were stains and streaks on the wall below it, the composition and source of. “I found that honesty is the best course even though it ruined all of my relationships before, but I need to be upfront with you,” She continued.I wasn’t sure if I understood what she was trying to say. She looked at me a little concerned.“I'm addicted to sex, I need sex all the time. I'm sure you noticed my… experience level?” She looked up coyly.“Uhmm,“ was my only answer.“I tried therapy for a while, but to no use,” Ann continued. “Long story short, I love and need sex, a lot and I want to. I had long legs. White in complexion. I had uniform on, of course. I wore a read panty and a black bra that day. Anyways let’s get down to business. It was a cloudy afternoon and I just got on a public bus, after staying back for a group project. As I expected it to be, the bus was crowded. It was around 3.30 pm I got on through the front door, mind you, it’s a local bus. I got pushed in towards the front and ended up standing near the single seat on left side. There was a couple of baskets.
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