He was moaning like a hyena and It made me crazy to drill his asshole and to fit it and rip it, after some time, I made him lie down in a doggy positi...on and was searching my wallet for condom, (I am a safe loving person who carries condoms always in my wallet as who knows when we get a hole to drill right !) he made a move here by asking me to fuck him bareback, I said no as it’s risky and he said he wanna enjoy it and wanna enjoy the flow, I said no and finally he agreed to fuck with condom. I had enjoyed mopping up all that cum from his juicy cock, but I felt neglected. The cheek of that old brat. After all my hard work I was left to finish myself off. Being the horny little tramp that I was, I kept a small vibrator in my bag at all times. I fished it out of my purse and switched it on, caressing my swollen wet clit. Using long strokes I felt my pussy drip onto the seat. Applying pressure to my hood piercing, I groaned. Finally, now we’re getting somewhere. I thought of his stout. "I-I'm your pretty girl sir! I am!" I gasp as he begins to suck. He swirls his tongue in the most magical way. He knows exactly how hard to bite and what pattern to flick in. His thrusting slows down momentarily, giving me a break from the pounding of a life time. But it picks back up soon enough when he gives me a hard little bite and looks up into my eyes, tit still in his mouth. And then, if its even possible, he begins pounding me even faster than before. I cry out in pleasure as both my. Although his zip was lowered, he discarded his shirt first. His chest, his tight little nipples, the sworls of hair were all so achingly familiar to me. I had sucked and licked and bitten them often and yet never seen them, never touched them. I couldn’t help myself, and groaned out a strange little hiccoughy sound between a laugh and a cry, turning towards him, too eager to touch him to stay within our fantasy. He was more disciplined than I and with a look sent me back to my pose. ‘Easy for.