you?"

We stopped under a huge oak tree, and I pulled her to me. The kiss was not even French, but at least French in the square. Taking a breath, she explained what we would do now. She put her hands in her coat pockets and pressed it to her body. I started to unbutton buttons. “When all the buttons are undone,” she explained, “I’ll open the coat and you jump inside and I’ll smell it behind you.” I did as she said, but when she opened the coat, I stopped for a moment and looked at her body All that was on it was a pair of nylon stockings, supported by an openwork belt.

I instantly opened the zipper, guess what, and pressing against her, I began to gently drive the head of the penis over her pubis and lips. “But remember, mister,” she said in a stern voice, “if you push in there, you have to get out.” I thought for a moment. The idea that I would have to lick my own sperm did not particularly appeal to me. To my question about where I would have to do cleaning in that case: right here in the park or later in my apartment, she replied: “Well, of course, not right here, all the same, we are good citizens. But it is still too early to return. ”

Smiling silently, she was waiting for my decision. And my eggs are already swollen to pain, and the farther, the less I found the strength to resist the inevitable. Squeezing consent, I pressed tightly to her lips. Cindy raised herself on tiptoe, straining her legs, and told me to start. My dick slowly entered her. It was an amazing feeling, as if my phallus was squeezed by a steel glove. How there was tight and warm! Her inner muscles did all the work for me. They squeezed and swallowed my dick, then let go and squeezed again, and so on ad infinitum, until I finished, firing a jet of hot sperm deep inside. And we froze, and so stood motionless until my cock fell off and fell out of her sweet grip. “Oh, how you have inflamed me, mister! Let's find some place where you can cool me. ”

We went to the public toilet. Seeing that there was no one in the women's section, Cindy grabbed my arm and pulled me into one of the booths.

She got up on the seat and spread her legs as wide as she could. At the same time she was holding the partition with one hand, and with the other she spread her pink lower lips. I have never tasted the sperm before, but now, without hesitation, I leaned over and began to feast on the food served from her sticky and moist dish. Yeah! The cocktail of our juices was amazing! I liked the taste of nectar that I tasted last night, but now it had a special spicy flavor. As if thrown a pinch of salt on a juicy apple.

This time, Cindy finished quickly, pressing her pussy into my face in ecstasy. But now I was ready for work and defense: he stood again! She offered to swap places. With short quick kisses, she gathered the rest of her own juices from my penis, and then completely took it in her mouth, starting, smacking, sucking it like Chupa-Chups on a stick. And although I had recently finished, such a sweet torture quickly brought me back to the top, and another stream rushed forward, now paving the way for her throat. Then quickly buttoning up the not much that was unfastened, and putting ourselves in order, we returned back to the car, where we spent the next half hour, licking the remnants of the feast from our faces.

During the entire time of our meetings, Cindy never allowed me to bring her to my house. We usually met in public places. And naturally, we did not just kiss there. This happened in the wilds of huge supermarkets, and in dark cinema halls. She managed to masturbate my dick, sitting at a table in a restaurant, while the waiter offered her a menu.And each time the invariably final chord was her desire for me to leave behind me, "down there." But the most memorable and disturbing memory of my body and mind so far was the memory of our last meeting.

That evening we left the city and turned onto one of the auxiliary roads that led us to the main highway. Cindy asked to stop the car right at the curb. Well, and then we started doing our favorite thing. For a start, she lay back on the roof of the car, and I began to explore with my tongue a well-known well. Then we changed places. Then I fucked her standing, while she was lying on the hood, lifted her legs around my neck. Later I was lying, and she was twisting her backside on her dick aspiring to the evening sky. I indulged myself with the hope that people rushing past us at breakneck speed did not pay much attention to us and did not notice what we were doing. But some people apparently noticed very well. And when we saw the red lights of the car lit up, stopped a hundred meters away from us in motion, we considered it a blessing to quickly retreat.

This episode disturbed me somewhat, and I told Cindy that I already had enough, and that the person in my position could not afford to take that risk. A little risk - please, but with each of our meetings, Cindy's appetite increased.

That night we passionately "kissed" goodbye, and I wished her all the best, and above all to find a guy who could share her secret ... no, rather an open passion.

As for me, my life soon settled down. My wife and I talked and realized that it was worth going back to each other. I found that work is not the most important thing in life.

We started dating, like sometime before the wedding. Everything now appeared before me in a different light, and looked promising. So last night we went to the theater, and somewhere in the middle of the performance I gently hugged her, and my hand seemed to crawl under her dress and found the clitoris. Playing with him, I brought her to such an orgasm that, despite all her efforts, some spectators sitting nearby began to look at her. My wife was very surprised to herself that she was able to end so violently. I did not stutter about the response service, but to my great pleasure I felt her long fingers on my penis. After ejaculating, I leaned over to her ear and whispered that we should go out and clean it. She looked at me puzzled, but I winked at her and said that I would show you how.

We went to my office, where we cleaned each other's feathers in front of my huge window on the eighth floor. My wife really started when we made love on the desktop, and a meter away from us behind the glass New York glittered with night lights. And before we went home, she asked me when we could repeat it!

Well? Do not you think things are getting better!