Cool air hit his exposed skin, wet and pulsing, and she moaned, a deep, guttural sound from his throat as her fingers brushed his entrance. Second set, two again,Lucky Customer her arms jelly, her cock aching, the bulge obvious. Third set, six, her frame buckling, her breath short. The pantyhose tore more, the remnants snapping under the force as he started to ride her, his thighs–Linda’s thighs–flexing with each rise and fall.

“Goddamn,” she panted, her voice cracking in his throat, her hands flexing uselessly under his hold.