For ten years I had done this same routine, always stopping at the Conoco to fill up to make it
55 miles home on a Friday night. Her small womb was tight, even though the wetness was steadily expanding. xxx sex She was a genuine beauty, long dark hair, brown eyes, and the perfect shape for her small frame. We both collapsed in
drained eroticism. Suddenly, she arched violently and gasped with delight as her fourth and final eruption met my climatic juices head on. Now buried as deeply as possible into her snatch, I began the deep thrusts into her passion pit. As she gasped a few times, I heard the gentle farting of her spasmodic joy juice as it spurted from around my encased cock. For ten years I had done this same routine, always stopping at the Conoco to fill up to make it
55 miles home on a Friday night. Most of my sexual contacts to that point in my life, were not multi-orgasmic, and certainly didn’y bring forth the climatic wetness that Abbey did. I had really expected her to drive off, but she didn’t, and waited as I went inside and got both of us a Coke. She motioned me over to her car, and as I approached, she reached under her denim skirt and rolled her panties off of her ass, revealing her muff covered slit.
