Thick, Kinky, and Loves A Good Meal - Part 2

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Right between the legs, my palm resting just on your left thigh. No, no panties, I thought. Instead it appeared dark, lacy, black, type of bodysuit.

My fingers felt two little snaps, I could feel moisture, I could feel my cock hardening immediately. But I hesitantly, very reluctantly moved my fingers at all. Instead, you manipulated my wrists, using me, using my hand, my palm, as your personal fuck toy.

Straddling and pushing against my thumb, feeling those little snaps against my skin. I know what you wanted me to do, but I didn't want to do it. There you pressed against my wrist, I could feel my cock trembling.

My whole soul focused on the feeling of your pussy pressed against my hand in this public photo booth in the middle of a holiday fair. It's freezing outside, getting boily, I can feel sweat on my brow. I can feel your wetness against my wrist and my thumb.

I can feel my hand instinctively rotating, my finger pushing against the lacy material of that bodysuit that is eaten up by your ass. I can feel the little indentation of your asshole and I can feel as I push harder, a small moan and mew escapes you. You lose my gaze as you close your eyes, pressing harder against me.

Suddenly you let go, your hand joining mine between your legs. I hear that familiar snap, snap sound as you have released that bodysuit. I watch as that material slides up underneath, exposing you before me.

You kneel down slowly, I feel your hands on my waist. I feel your hands moving down my thighs, back up, your thumbs against my crotch. I feel your expert fingers unsnapping my jeans, the sound of my zipper and then a small tug as you pull down my pants.

You, you're in control. This is all you and I am just a passenger on this ride. I watch and feel and experience this.

I want to move my hands, I want to get involved but I don't feel capable right now. We turn, pressing a fantastic ass against my chest, that bunched up dress the only thing between seeing your everything and you. I feel as you start sliding yourself up and down against me.

I can smell you, my hands need to be on you. I push the dress up higher, you rubbing up and down the light jacket that I'm wearing. I'm taking it all in, all the feels, all the sounds.

My cock throbbing pressed against the waistband of my boxer briefs. I feel as you move down ever slightly more, just grazing my shaft with your ass. There's nothing I can do at this point, take my hand, pulling it out of my underwear, wrapping my fingers around my cock, my left hand moving to your thigh, slowly guiding you down.

My good girl, my good girl's about to get popped. I think this but I can't bring the words to say it. You obey, moving your hips against my belly, slowly down.

My cock guides itself inside of you, easily, you're soaking, soaking fucking wet. And although it's freezing outside, that warmth of your pussy surrounding my cock, oh my god how I miss this. You take full, full advantage of this situation.

You've placed both your hands against the opposing wall in this tiny, tiny boot and begin riding my cock as if it was the last cock you'll ever get. Up and down those wet sounds, the tightness of your pussy, swallowing and squeezing my cock. You move slow and then fast, almost completely out, leaving just the tip of my cock inside of you as you ride it, just the tip.

I can feel how wet your pussy is as it drips down my shaft. I feel my hand gripping the base of my cock, your wetness, making soft, messy sounds. I feel my fist pushing against your pussy, and then you're pushing down, bottoming yourself all your weight down.

You're moaning, you're mewing. You're telling me that you want to be mine, that you want to be my good girl again. And I, I lose all control, pushing myself up against you, raising my hips to meet yours.

You're so fucking wet that I can feel you dripping down onto my own thighs, my hands slipping themselves around the top of your unstrapped body, so black, lacy, flowery. I'm searching through those nipples, but it's difficult to find because you're moving up and down. I flip a hand up further, getting it around your throat, oh, that sweet, sweet throat that I love to choke so, so badly.

And I squeeze, and as I squeeze, I feel that pussy clenching around my cock, squeezing me back. I lift myself up further, both my hands now moving over your back, my left hand around your throat, on your right, I'm gripping that pretty, beautiful hair of yours, pulling you down on my cock, as I squeeze, oh, fuck, oh my god, oh, fuck that hair, it's so slicky through my hands, even the skin of your throat, I can feel you breathing through my hand, I'm gonna lose it, oh, we're both moaning, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. And then, that sweet, sweet release, as we both come, simultaneously, my cock still inside of you, still twitching.

You deflate on top of me, both my hands cupping your breasts, my fingers supporting. I pull you close. I can feel your heaving, your heavy breathing.

You smell so wonderful. I needed you. I needed you so badly.

And I needed this. I needed my mojo back. Thank you.

Just at the top of your thigh, you stop for a moment. I'm not even wearing any panties. Jerry, you say.

Oh, my God. And so you continued. In fact, it is true.

You weren't wearing any panties. I felt your right hand move from my chin over my shoulder, giving it a squeeze, running down my tricep, bicep, grabbing a hold of my wrist, pulling it towards you, targeting right between legs. My palm resting just on your left thigh.

No, no panties, I thought. Instead, it appeared dark, lacy, black type of bodysuit. My fingers felt two little snaps.

I could feel moisture. I could feel my cock hardening immediately. But I hesitantly, very reluctant, reluctantly moved my fingers at all.

Instead, you manipulated my wrists. Using me, using my hand, my palm as your personal fuck toy. Straddling, pushing against my thumb, feeling those little snaps against my skin.

I know what you wanted me to do. But I didn't want to do it. Harder you pressed against my wrist, I could feel my cock trembling.

My whole soul focused on the feeling of your pussy pressed against my hand in this public photo booth in the middle of a holiday fair. It's freezing outside. Get them boiling.

I can feel sweat on my brow. I can feel your wetness against my wrist and my thumb. I can feel my hand instinctively rotating.

My finger pushing against the lacy material of that bodysuit is eaten up by your ass. I can feel the little indentation of your asshole. And I can feel as I push harder, a small moan and mew escapes you.

You lose my gaze as you close your eyes. Pressing harder against me. Suddenly, you let go.

Your hand joining mine between your legs. I hear that familiar snap, snap sound as you have released that bodysuit. I watch as that material slides up underneath, exposing you before me.

You kneel down slowly. I feel your hands on my waist. I feel your hands moving down my thighs, back up.

Your thumbs against my crotch. I feel your expert fingers unsnapping my jeans. The sound of my zipper.

And then a small tug as you pull down my pants. You, you're in control. This is all you.

And I, I am just a passenger on this ride. I watch, feel, experience this. I want to move my hands.

I want to get involved. But I don't feel capable right now. You turn, pressing that fantastic ass against my chest.

That bunched up dress, the only thing between seeing your everything and you. I feel as you start sliding yourself up and down against me. I can smell you.

My hands need to be on you. I push the dress up higher. You rubbing up and down the light jacket that I'm wearing.

I'm taking it all in. All the feels, all the sounds. My cock throbbing, pressed against the waistband of my boxer briefs.

I feel as you move down ever slightly more, just grazing my shaft with your ass. There's nothing I can do at this point. Take my hand.

Pulling it out of my underwear. Wrapping my fingers around my cock. My left hand moving to your thigh.

Slowly guiding you down. My good girl. My good girl is about to get bumped.

I think this, but I can't bring the words to say it. You obey. Moving your hips against my belly.

Slowly down. My cock guides itself inside of you. Easily.

You're soaking. Soaking.