' I thought to myself.Embarrassed, he said, "Sorry, of course you can sit there." Jeremy, do you mind if I ask you a question?" I said nervously, not ...quite sure how he would respond. I was looking around the room to see if everyone was still watching us. They were.He looked quickly back down at the table suddenly and replied, "Sure Celeste, what is it? Are you having trouble with your computer again?"There was an almost hopeful tone in his voice."No. Nothing like that. I was just wondering;. Watching his hands grip the wheel that way makes me think of how good they would feel stuffed inside of me. That thought alone makes me tingle on the butter soft grey leather seats of the luxury sedan. He wears a big faced watch that doesn't look familiar to me, though it screams good taste. A well-defined bicep is concealed by a crisp, starch pressed, pale pink, sharply tailored shirt that I'm sure has a tag on the inside of it that says 'dry clean only'. Silver cuff links rest snugly at the. I got into my car and took the short 10 minute journey to the parking lot at the park.I parked beside a 4x4 and inside was a good looking man, he had shaved hair, a thick mustache, from where I was sat all I could see was that he was quite a big gay and was wearing a pale blue muscle vest top.I sat in my car for 5 minutes, I glanced over to his 4x4 and saw him looking at me, I smiled and nodded, he nodded back to me returning my smile.I decided I would see if he would react to me, so I turned. I clenched around his dark girth. The friction burned so hot through me, driving me closer and closer to exploding on his dick.He impaled so deep into me. His spear so thick and long. I growled and snarled as I feasted on my heart's sweet pussy. I made her tremble and gasp. Her fingers seized her pink nipples, stretching them, pulling on them, making such wonderful moans of delight as she groaned and gasped.“Gods,” grunted Bakiir, burying his cock harder and harder into my burning depths. “By.