Back Seat Oral

It was close to 5 PM one November evening when Isabel called me to invite me out for drinks. We worked together and had been seeing each other for awhile. With her lovely, slightly-accented voice she suggested something more than cocktails and hors-d-oeuvres. We left work together and, getting in our cars, headed to Shirlington, where there was a pleasant tapas bar. The bar was her choice because it was midway between my house and hers.

Isabel was 40, but didn’t appear to be middle-aged. It helped that she was Cuban; her Latin ancestry gave her lovely olive skin, dark eyes and beautiful, lustrous dark brown hair with hints of red. She had a trim figure with a perfect ass and full breasts. Live every other Latina I met, she loved sex. If there was one complaint that I had with Isabel, it was that she was married. She had recently filed for divorce. Still, I was fucking a married woman. “Not the first time”, I thought.

We got to the restaurant, Toro, and ordered a pitcher of Sangria and tapas. Isabel work a demure black dress, hose and heels. Her figure contrasted with the conservative dress and as we consumed more wine talking about each other and how our day had been. Our eyes remained in contact as we touched each other every chance we could. It was clear to me that Isabel wanted something more than what was on the menu.

We decided to walk around the Village in Shirlington to window shop. It had gotten much colder, though, and not wanting to drink anymore but with our respective residences far away, we decided to get into my vehicle and talk for awhile. Sex was on her mind.

The first time we fucked, Isabel asked me if I liked to watch porn. “Of course”, I said. “I’m a guy.” I asked her if she did as well, to which she replied “yes.” What she like the most was watching a man come. She liked the sight, feel, and taste of a man coming and she said she could watch a guy coming over and over. I thought about that as we climbed into my vehicle.

I started up the engine and turned on the heater. We began kissing, slowly and unhurried. Isabel reached down and, opening my overcoat, she began to massage my cock through the fabric of my trousers. I reached into her coat and ran my hand leisurely, yet deliberately, down the side of her face, to her neck and then breasts, past her stomach to her waist, and then around to her round, shapely ass. We embraced and kissed passionately for minutes. After ten or so minutes, the temperature in the cabin of my vehicle had risen appreciably.

The problem we had was that we were in the parking lot across from the Village, and as cold as it was, there were a lot of Holiday shoppers in the area. Moving my hand over to Isabel’s knee and slowly up her inner thighs I lightly stroked her leg and suggested that we drive around and find a more secluded spot.

We drove around the neighborhood, but could find no dark, vacant streets or lots available. Finally, we saw condos on the left. We pulled into the parking lot at Heatherlea condominiums and parked. It was dark and after 8 PM, but people were still coming home. There were condo buildings on all three sides of us, with the condo offices in front of us. The only cover we had were the darkness, the tinted windows of my vehicle, and some scrawny trees in front of us. I motioned to Isabel that we should move to the back seat. She agreed. Not wanting to open the doors and let out any of the heat trapped in the cabin, we carefully climbed over the front seats to the back seat. Stripping off our coats, we began kissing again.

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The Office Slut

“Yes? What is it, Miles?”

George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve.

“Have you seen her yet, boss?”

Miles was one of the younger members of George’s staff and could be a real pain in the ass at times. His light brown hair flopped fashionably over one eye and made George think that the young clerk needed a good haircut.

“Who are we talking about now?” George sighed expansively. He guessed that one of the girls from accounts or the computer room was now the current fixation of Miles and the rest of the young office males. All they ever seemed to do was think about sex these days, George pondered. It was a surprise that they ever got any work done – which Miles rarely did.

George looked at his young clerk and then back down at the crossword. He brushed the crumbs away from sixteen across and read: To pull and tug vigorously; four letters. He smiled to himself and wrote: j-e-r-k. Thank you Miles, he thought.

“The new temp.” Miles suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” George looked up a little confused.

“Come on, boss. Try and keep up! The new temp? In Frank Walker’s office? Have – you – seen – her – yet?”

George suddenly remembered what the conversation was about and knew that he was beaten. He pushed the newspaper to one side and threw his empty sandwich wrapper in the litterbin.

“Er, no. Why?”

“Oh man!” Miles enthused. “This one is a real cracker! Not so young, I suppose, but she’s a complete nymphomaniac!”

George was surprised that Miles even knew what the word meant.

“I thought you guys were only interested in leering at girls just out of high school,” George said. “What’s so special about this older woman?”

“You’re not listening, boss.” Miles continued becoming visibly more agitated. “This woman can’t get enough. We’re taking it in turns to go into her office at lunchtime and bang her. Also, we’ve got a hole made in the wall of the office next door so while one of us does the business, the others can watch! It’s Ray Hunter’s turn today. Come on, George, come and have a look!”
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Riding The Subway

“Fucking son of a bitch!” I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone.

Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone’s ear.

Jason stood me up again to go hang with his “bros.” Well, it’s likely he wasn’t going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them.

I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready to go out and have fun. Hopefully we got laid in the process.

I went to my closet, ripping out clothes and discarding them. I was going for a flat out sexy and slutty look. I was going to have fun, despite the asshole’s behavior.

I’m not a stunner. I don’t have a model’s body, nor do I have a face that stops traffic, but I get a fair amount of attention. I rarely buy my own drinks at the bar, and get enough offers for dancing to keep me having a good time.

I finally found an appropriate outfit. The top was a halter style with just a string to tie in the back. Anyone looking at me would know I wasn’t wearing a bra. The skirt was short, just past my rounded ass. And of course, a good old pair of “fuck me” heels. I decided to skip the panties. If I met someone I wanted to fuck, I didn’t want anything getting in the way. It would make bumping and grinding on the dance floor interesting as well.

I made my way to the subway to meet the girls at the club. It was a busy night. The cars were packed and I ended up standing. With people getting on and off, I was getting bumped into and almost fell. I reached up to hold the bar. This caused my skirt to ride up. If it swayed just right, a little glimpse of ass was visible. Knowing that people could see my ass got me a little excited. I don’t mind showing off. My as is one of my best assets.

The feel of the skirt swaying against my bare skin started my pussy twitching. Knowing that men were watching me and maybe even some women…. Well, it got the juices flowing pretty well. My nipples were hard nubs pressing against the fabric of my shirt. It was a fairly sheer material, so they were quite obvious.

As the train jolted to a stop, I felt someone push up against me. This was not unusual in a crowded car. However, I didn’t hear the usual “excuse me.” Instead, I felt a bulging crotch push against my ass. It felt like a decent sized bulge. When I didn’t push him off, his hands grabbed my hips, then snaked around to my front, up my chest, landing on my tits.

Oh damn, that felt so good. I was already tingling before he touched me. I ground my ass against his bulge, while thrusting my tits against his hands.

“You’re looking to get fucked, aren’t you?” I heard in my ear.
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Adult Bookstore

I walked into the adult bookstore as usual, hoping to find an interesting encounter but so often disappointed. It was Saturday night about 11:45 p.m. and the parking lot had a dozen cars or so. I got tokens from the clerk and headed back to the video booth area. On my way back to find a booth I caught a glimpse of a petite blonde in cut off jeans, a blouse and high heel “come fuck me ” shoes already watching a movie with her boyfriend/husband. They were hugging closely in the booth and I could see she was stroking his cock. I went into the booth across from them so I could keep an eye on the action. I started to watch some movies which only made me more horny. I could see him playing with her ass and tits. I was very nervous about exposing myself to her so I just watched for the next 15 minutes. They kept fondling each other and I was hoping their play would get more nasty. She turned around a couple of times and caught me staring at them. One time she smiled back at me and pursed her lips like she was blowing me a kiss.

They then left the booth and started back to the main area of the store. I followed a few seconds later and her friend went into the bathroom leaving this pretty woman alone in the store. She was standing by the wall that showed all the movies being played in the video booths. I couldn’t take my eyes of her short shorts. They showed off her beautiful legs and high heels perfectly. I walked up next to her and knelt down as if I was looking at the videos on the bottom row. My heart was pounding when I moved my hand to my right and brushed her leg with my hand. She didn’t flinch as I touched her so I tried again but this time I stroked her inner thigh which was exposed because of her short jean shorts she was wearing. She looked down and smiled at me. I stood up and pointing to a movie box I asked her if she had seen this movie. She said “no”. I asked her if she would like to watch it with me. She nodded yes. She handed the store clerk a newspaper and told him to tell her boyfriend who was in the bathroom that she wanted him to buy that paper for her and that she would be right back.

We headed to the video booth in the farthest back corner of the store and I put some money in the machine to start the movie. As soon as I did, this dream girl kissed me on the lips hard and reached down to my crotch. I grabbed her crotch and we both rubbed eachother feverishly. I pulled her in tight and grabbed her tight little ass that felt so good in those jeans. I quickly undid my zipper and my cock sprung out as hard as ever. Without even a word she went right down to her knees and started sucking me right there in the booth. She was very good at giving blowjobs and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. I reached down and undid her blouse to expose her little titties. They were small but perfect for her body size. The thought of this perfect stranger sucking my dick was more than I could stand. The way she used her lips and hands around my shaft was beyond compare. Watching the movie playing on the screen and getting a great blowjob was a long time fantasy. I couldn’t believe it was actually being played out this night at the bookstore. I was so hot and horny that within minutes I shot my load in her mouth. She took it all without even flinching. She eagerly sucked and swallowed like she was enjoying this as much as I was. A small smattering of cum landed on her chin as she looked up at me and she put it back into her mouth not missing a drop with her finger and swallowed that too. She stood up, tucked in her blouse and left the booth. By the time I dressed myself and went out to the main store area, her and her boyfriend were gone. I never saw them again but what a great memory.

My Wife To Be

I couldn’t believe my eyes—I had been frequenting adult bookstores for ten years and I had never seen anyone like her. She was young, blonde, beautiful and dressed to show. And she was alone. An hourglass figure, incredibly smooth and unblemished skin and hair so pale it was almost white were each long-distance eye catchers. Up close, these features combined to produce a beauty that overwhelmed my senses. Her shoulder length ash-blonde hair was smooth and silky, and the gentle, natural curl didn’t appear to originate in a bottle. An even light bronze tan highlighted her body, and she had no visible tan lines. The smooth perfection of her skin was so unique it may have been her most distinguishing feature. Prominent nipples highlighted classically formed and clearly firm tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked in her high heels. Legs long in proportion to her height had the muscle tone and sexy shape of a showgirl who danced daily. Her waist was pencil thin and bare, and her ass was trim and tight. If she had been five or six inches taller, she would have had the perfect model’s body. For my taste her body was flawless.

Extremely long lashes set off her brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Her entire face was movie star gorgeous, and she didn’t appear to be wearing any makeup at all. She didn’t need it. Just as it was everywhere else on her body, her satin-smooth facial skin was evenly colored except for a slight blush to her cheeks. Each of her facial features was independently lovely, but the package was greater than the sum of the parts. Naturally full and distinctive lips smiled gently to match her twinkling eyes, and her cheeks dimpled at the corners of her mouth. A classic oval shape to her face was nearly exactly symmetrical and so beautiful that one wouldn’t ever forget it. There was no part of her that I could see that wasn’t perfect.

And there was very little I couldn’t see. She was wearing a very revealing white soft cotton halter-top that was tied so loosely she exposed a considerable amount of skin on both the inside and outside slopes of her lingerie model breasts. I could easily see the difference in color between her aureole and the rest of her breasts through the thin cotton. The material hung so softly that it took the exact shape of her tits, and her nipples were glaringly erect. Her halter stopped on the bottom slope of her tits, and when she reached for anything above shoulder level it caused her nipples to escape. She wore a skin-tight red microskirt that may have ended three or four inches below her pussy when she was standing. It was a hip-hugger style skirt so from the bottom of her tits to halfway down her completely flat abdomen she was bare. She wore red high heels with at least 3″ spikes. She wasn’t wearing any hose. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. In fact, she wore no jewelry at all, including earrings. She had a total of five objects touching her body—a halter, a skirt, panties, and two shoes. When I put everything together, I decided she was the most beautiful and the most sensual woman I had ever seen. I made my decision after 30 minutes of intense study, and in this case my study habits were impeccable.
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Whorish Revenge Night

My boyfriend was supposed to come home tonight after work but he called and said he was going to grab a few beers at the pool hall with some of his co-workers. I got jealous because I rented a movie he wanted to see and cooked his favorite dish. I got even more jealous because I know what he does at the pool hall when he gets drunk. He is very flirtatious even when he is not drunk. One time he confessed to me he bought some skank’s panties who was playing pool and bending over showing him upskirt. I never told him this but it actually turned me on, wishing some nasty boy would offer to buy my dirty panties.

Instead of getting furiously jealous, I decided to have a little fun too. I started to think of what girlfriend I can call to have a decadent night out with. I first called Maya; she was on the cheerleading squad with the same professional sports team as me. She was a nasty, bend-it-over type of chick in the club. She fucked a few of the players on the team already but she said she had a booty call to answer. Then I called Sandi, she was a freak who introduced me to going panty-less. She told me she didn’t have a baby-sitter to care for her four kids. So I called Jodie, out of all of the slutty girlfriends I run the streets with she took the cake. I don’t want to spread her business, but she spreads her legs for any guy that has a nice smile and two legs. She told me she would meet me wherever but she was “busy” at the time. Last but not least I called my Aunt Celia. She is only a year older than me (Yes that is how we do it in Alabama). I love her. Although she is my dad’s sister, an outsider would have never known by the shit we do. We have stripped together. I have sucked dick that came right out of her pussy, and had foursomes together (no, we didn’t touch each other). She is a hot and nasty girl in the right setting; moreover, she is borderline slut. She taught me everything about sex. She agreed to a hot-let-it-loose, get-nasty night. Kind of like the ones we had my senior year in high school while she was a freshman in college.

A little about us; I am 21, 5’5″, 120 lbs, brown hair and brown eyes. 34c-25-35 with a stripper/cheerleader body (because I am both). My boyfriend and I swing (mostly together, but I have done a few things without him, but no vaginal or anal sex). My aunt is 22, 5’5″ 140 lbs; light brown hair and eyes, 36-28-40 with a huge ghetto ass.

I put my boyfriend’s favorite dress.. A form-fitting silky black cocktail dress, with no bra and a pair of full back panties that show my panty line. I know it’s tacky to wear fullback undies with a tight cocktail dress but, I know it turns him on, so it must turn on other guys and that is what I wanted to attract to night. I also put on a pair of black ‘fuck me’ stilettos. Celia wore a short white terry cloth miniskirt, a pink tank top, pink stilettos, and no bra or panties. We agreed to bring only our IDs because we were going to get some horny guys to pay our admission and for our drinks all night.

We decided on a club that had just opened up in the city. Since it was downtown, we rolled around looking for a parking spot for about 20 minutes. I knew this was going to be a hot fucking night when my aunt starting to get nasty by flashing guys her freshly shaven pussy as we drove around looking for a spot to park. We finally settled on getting the car park by valet. Celia reminded me that we didn’t have money to valet, I told her to chill and watch me work. When the valet driver opened the door, I gave him a view of my pussy that I am sure he would go home and jerk off to. Then I asked him how much it cost to valet, responded $7 dollars. Then I got out the car, stood up, turned around and bend over letting my dress rise pass my pantied pussy while pretending to look for some money. Then I turned around and saw his sexy green eyes bulging from his face and said I forgot to bring some cash or debit card. He said smiling, “Don’t worry about it. Ladies like you park for free.” I said thank you, as I grabbed his cock and licked my lips.

Once we were in line, guys were gawking at us and asking us where I boyfriends were. We didn’t act like snooty bitches, so we gave them a little conversation because we never knew if we were going to need them to buy us a drink. All the while we were really looking for some guys to pay our admission. We decided we didn’t want some jocks cause they were going to want too much action in the club. We agreed on getting some nerdy guys to pay our way. As we were getting close to the bouncer my aunt lit a cigarette in line and some skank wearing what looked like pajamas started coughing and making sly remakes under her breath. So we stepped out of line and before she could finish her cigarette our prized guys started talking to us. One of the guys I remembered from high school, his name was Winston. He appeared to grow out of his nerdy ways a little, but he still had some dork in him. He told me how he always wanted me in high school and how he would try to look under my skirt. Then he confessed that he never had the confidence to ask me out. I told him we didn’t have any money to get in the club. So he offered to pay if he could take a picture under my skirt. I agreed and sweetened the deal by offering my pantiless aunt to take a picture bent over showing her hairless brown and pink pussy also, if he bought us drink in the club. We went to his car and let him take an upskirt shot of us, and then his friend got bold and started touching our pussies. It made me feel so dirty; here I am letting some geek I don’t know touch my cunt. It was such a turn on, but I wanted more out the deal, so I went Winston and demanded another drink because his friend felt our pussies. He agreed and we went and stood in line with the losers. While in line Winston asked me if the stories he heard about me in high school were true. I asked, “Which one?” He brought up the story that he heard of me taking on four band geeks in the band room. His story was a little misinterpreted. I told him the true story of two guys sucking my breast while one ate my pussy and the other gave me a rim job. I only gave a blowjob to the geek with the smallest dick because I felt sorry for the pimpled-faced dweeb.
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Mile High Club

Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had! His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stopped at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his. Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!” He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s the name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!”
“Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit the folks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes. “I guess we had better get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go down we better be belted in, for all the good it would do!!!” “Please don’t say that, I’m scared to death of flying,” she said in a nervous voice, “joking about it just makes it worse for me!” At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrified of flying! “I’m sorry, Sonja,” he said soothingly, “you’re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!” Gripping his hand like a steel vice, Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

“My god,” he thought, “her boobs are incredible,” even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. “I’m sorry I’m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,” she offered! While trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, “Oh, that’s all right, if it makes you feel better, it’s all right with me!!!” Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja’s breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh! “Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, “here we go,” as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible while Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress! When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. “You’re so tense,” Trent observed, “maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!” Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. “Better,” he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. “Much,” she replied, as she leaned closer to him, “a blanket was a good idea!” For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja’s warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder! Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definite wet strip about an inch wide. She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, “Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I’ll have one right here and now!!!” Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck!!!

After she had clamed down, Trent whispered into her ear, “Feel better now???” “Oh yes, thank you so much, I don’t know if I could have made it without you,” she replied, “but I have one more favor to ask!” “Sure, anything,” he answered. “Could you please put a finger inside of me, I really need to feel that you’re close to me, and with you in my vagina I know I’ll feel safer!” “Of course,” Trent answered eagerly, “what ever you wish is my command,” as he proceeded to slip his middle finger deep into the wetness of her warm pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips, but other than that, you couldn’t have told that she was getting her cunt fingered! “I have a request for you,” he offered, while gently slipping his finger in and out of her honey pot, “I can tell that you’re a very sexual person, and I would like to ask you questions about your sex life and your body, if that’s okay with you!?!” He gave her pussy a couple of quick stabs, causing her to lose her concentration, but she replied back, “Sure, ask me anything you want!” “I’m interested to know if you have a boy friend,” he asked? “Yeah, back in Detroit,” she said, “he’s an accountant.” “Does he have a big cock,” asked Trent? “Very large,” she said dreamily, “about eight inches long and very thick!” “When you suck him,” he continued, “do you swallow his cum?” Her breathing was now becoming more labored, but she went on, “Oh, yes, I always drink it all, and he is a very hard cummer!” “You have a very large chest,” he opined, “what size is it, and do you ever go braless?” “Oh my, she hissed, “Do you know what you’re doing to me!?!” “Answer the question, Sonja, what about your pretty chest,” he fairly demanded?!? “Let’s see, my breast size is 36d, and what was the other question,” she asked? “Do you go braless,” he repeated? “Uh, always around the apartment, and sometimes in the summer if it’s hot out,” she stammered, the look on her face told him that she was nearing another orgasm. He then told her, “Reach over and feel my crotch!!!” When her hand encountered the hard bone hidden under his pants, she nearly had her climax then and there! “Take it out,” he ordered her, “and then jerk me off!” She managed to free his pecker and immediately began stroking it up and down. A small line of drool ran down her cheek, her eyes seemed to glaze over, and it was obvious to Trent that she was in the middle of a huge sexual episode! He himself was very close to blowing his nut, so to push her over the edge, he whispered, “Sonja, did you know that your body would give any man a huge erection!?!” Just hearing the word erection was all the poor girl could take, as her pussy contracted hard, sending a climax racing through her body! Her hand was now flying up and down Trent’s meat, and when he felt her body tense up, his pecker gave up its cum in a spurting torrent! Her hand was now covered with his goo, and he said, “Be careful, but lick it off!” Obediently she slipped her cum filled hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean.

“This is the captain speaking,” came a voice over the loud speaker, “we’ll be landing in Memphis in ten minutes, so please fasten your seat belts.” “Well,” said Trent, “I guess you’ll be getting of in a few minutes.” She snuggled close to him and said, “Not on your life, we have another take off to make, I think I’ll just fly all the way to New Orleans!!!” Trent hooked his belt, smiled, and said, “I guess were gonna have a great weekend together!!!”