Spunk soiled panties -
He was the perfect gentleman,
holding back his orgasm so I could be pleasured for longer.
We stopped for a short breather, then I leaned against the tree
behind us. John rubbed and sucked my tits and ran his hand down
my stomach and was met with the sticky mess of my soaked cunt
lips. It was only then that I fell in I was by now almost completely
naked in a public park, bottomless with my blouse and bra pulled
up. I had been so turned on I could not even remember when I
had lost my skirt. Although it was dark and we had seen nobody,
the thrill of the possibility of some late night stroller finding
me added even more to the excitement.
I bent over and John entered
me from behind again. Again he fucked me hard and fast and I
clamped my cunt muscles around his cock as he drilled me from
behind. Soon I had yet another orgasm. Not having had a lover
for a while, it occurred to me as John's breathing began to
quicken that I might not have taken my pill for a day or two.
I anxiously told him that he must not come inside me. I think
this must have been too much for him, because almost straight
away he pulled out and I felt his warm jism pump all over my
ass and the top of my legs (another pair of stockings ruined).
He was groaning while he pumped for ages, emptying the entire
contents of his swollen balls all over me.
When he'd finished, I decided
he must indeed be the perfect gentleman because he used what
I thought was his handkerchief to clean the jism off me. Then
I realized perhaps he was not the perfect gentleman, the cheeky
bastard had taken my panties out of my bag and was using them!
The kinky sod didn't even give them back, he put my spunk soiled
panties in his pocket to keep as a memento.
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