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Two of my fingers were violently fucking my drenched pussy; my scandalously short skirt was hiked up to my waist, so my cunt juice didn’t soak it, and the antique, wooden bench seat was drenched in my cummy fluids. Another finger furiously ran over my clit as I fucked myself passionately.“No,” I replied to the stranger beside me. “I didn’t fuck him, although I would have if he were brave enough to approach me. I even had a condom ready. He…”I had to pause as my thighs began shaking; I was getting close to orgasm. The musty scent of the dark, stained wood in the booth mixed nicely with the perfume of my arousal. I caught my breath, my moans somewhat subsiding, as I slowed the pace of the assault on my pussy, and continued.“He pulled out his cock. It was big, thick, and so pretty.” Moans pontificated nearly every syllable, the sloshing sounds of my self-fucking adding a rhythm to my speech. “He stroked it as I played with my clit, mmm, just like I’m doing right now.”“What else did you do?” I could hear the arousal in the voice of the nameless stranger on the other side. The partition between our benches kept him hidden from me, but, even though I was only seventeen, I knew the sounds of a man in heat. Erzincan Escort It gave me a very naughty thrill to know that he was hard over what I was telling him, hard for me. I nearly came on my fingers when I thought about him jacking his cock over me.“He only lasted a few strokes. I saw his hand become a blur and then thought it would be fun to show him my tits. Usually, I just wear thin tops without a bra, like the one I have on right now. Even now, in this dim light, I can see my hard nipples poking through the material and the dark circles of my areolas.”“Uh-huh,” he panted. His voice wavered. “Did he cum for you?”“As soon as he saw my boobs, he shot hot, sticky, white cum all over the place. Spurt after spurt shot everywhere like a geyser. I’ve never seen a guy shoot so much. It shot far, too. It got all over his shirt, soaked his pants, and coated his hand.”“What then,” he moaned. “Did you feel guilty for your carnal sins?”“Guilty? No! I was so horny that I ran to where I parked dad’s truck, climbed in, and put my feet up on the dash.” I turned my body, so I was facing the partition and slammed my high-heel pumps against it, my legs mimicking my words.“Like this,” Erzincan Escort Bayan I continued. “And I fingered my dripping twat into an intense orgasm. I’m so close, now. I can feel it like hot, fucking fire in my cunt. Can you hear how wet I am?”The man behind the partition groaned in horny agony as I added a third digit into my swollen pleasure box and pumped hard. I was fucking myself so fast that my wetness splashed onto the floor and my thighs. I moaned, cursed, and used the Christian Lord’s name in vain.“Is…that…all?” he asked. His breath was becoming ragged, heaving moans between his staccato words.“That day, or in general,” I teased. “My nipples are so hard that just blowing on them sends shivers down my spine. I’m so horny, right now. I want a hard cock in my fucking cunt and a wet pussy to lick.”“You lay with girls?”“Not girls, women. I’m seventeen, you know.” I slicked my free hand with the waterfall of my nectar and rubbed it into my nipples. “Right now, I’m wetting my nipples with my cunt’s juice. I can smell my pussy on my tits. How sexy is that?”He moaned, and I could hear him shifting around behind the wooden panels that separated us. “Tell me about Escort Erzincan the ‘women’,” he panted, his breathing growing erratic.“Mostly, it’s my friend, Jen. You’d like her. She has long, brown hair, big tits, curvy hips, and always dresses to show off her boobs.”“Is she a lesbian?”“No, she has boyfriends, too. She sometimes fucks them and tells me about it, usually while we play around. That’s so much more fun than studying.”“Tell…me…oh, mmm.” I smiled when he said that. I knew I was getting to him.I squeezed my firm breasts, moaning softly, tweaking my nipples between my fingers, then renewed my assault on my aching, lust-filled pussy.“Well,” I mused, slowing the pace on my pussy. ”Like, last night, she came over to study, her panties still wet from getting fucked.”“Ooh,” he moaned.“It was Bobby Crenshaw, do you know him?” It was a very small town.“Yes,” he seethed, “but you were telling me about you and Jennifer.”“Well, they had a date. For Bobby, that means stealing some of his dad’s booze and sitting in his car while they make out, suck face, and finger each other. Jen was feeling horny, so she grabbed his cock through his jeans.”I paused and shifted position. Pressing my back against the wall of the tiny booth with my legs up against the partition was getting uncomfortable. Giggles escapes my mouth when I heard the thumping, pumping sounds of the man’s hand on his cock. He couldn’t wait until later to masturbate over me; he was pleasuring himself at that very moment.

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