I strip away the covers, the golden light of a streetlamp washes over me. I feel it building, I remember the look in your eyes as I thrust into you, m...aking motion to bring you closer to fulfillment. My cock jumps in the excitement its almost arrived, but my hand ceases, my breath heavy and a slow moan escapes. I don't want to stop, I want to spring forth with all I can and cum everywhere. I want to feel the orgasm explode from me as it did with you many times before. The cool air feels nice. My dick sprang up, a bit of precum oozed out. I grabbed her ass with my left hand, she flinched. I used my right hand to guide my cock to her pussy, then grabbed the other side of her ass and pulled her towards me, I sank into her.She let out a gasp. There was no foreplay or anything, I immediately began fucking her full force. I looked down, watching my cock saw in and out of her. As I did, I noticed her butt hole puckering with each thrust. I was still cumming in Mariola’s ass when I went to. I didn't look especially fem either, so I never got hassled; I was of a more neutral type, which suited me fine.The biggest problem with vintage clothing stores, at least in NYC, is the size issue. Most of the clothes have long since lost the tags that indicate their size, which in many cases would be the old sizing formulas anyway, none of which I could translate. In addition, the clerks are always too busy - or too cool - to be bothered trying to assemble the clothes in any sort of size. He was massaging my back for maybe 30 minutes and he was making me wet again.I was feeling so horny because a was a bit drunk. His hands were under my shirt rubbing my back and I can feel his hands moving to the side trying to feel the sides of my boobs. he was doing that for maybe 10 minutes, so I tried to shift over a bit on the side so he can get a better feel of my boob. I moved to the side n I felt his hand slide over to my boob, he started rubbing it and squeezing it, so i turned over all.