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Rush Hour
Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: LadyMirelle, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
seen the movement of his hand groping me underneath my shirt, and the look of pure ecstasy on my face. This was obscene... His other hand removed itself from the railing briefly, and he pulled his cock back away from my hand. I reached back, eager to feel his length again, only to be pleasantly surprised by the feel of him undoing his fly. In moments, the velvety feel of the skin of his hot cock met my hand, and I let out a soft coo of appreciation. Nothing felt more arousing to me than the hefty feel a stiff cock, and I eagerly wrapped my hand around it. The temptation to hit my knees was powerful, but that would be far too obvious and we'd be in trouble for sure, so instead I did my best to stroke him, given the awkward position. His breath heaved in my ear again, momentarily burying his face into my hair. That only sent another surge of tingling arousal through my body, there was just something about that closeness, the closeness of a stranger in particular, that drove me absolutely wild. The groping of my breast slowed, then stopped, and I shuddered again as his hand slid down the front of my stomach, to the waist band of my slacks, easily sliding a few fingers underneath. No belt, no fancy buttons, I had opted to go for something with elastic that day, and his hand fit under it like a glove. He manuevered around my curves like an expert, fingers first running over my panties, teasing at the wetness there, before he went all-in and slid his fingers beneath that flimsy ...