The guy’s big, strong hands were on me again, groping at my titties through my dress, squeezing, tweaking and kneading. And then they travelled downwards, sliding over the shiny material of my hoisted up little dress, to play with my exposed v****a.
I let out a loud groan that was heard even above the grunting and groaning of the heavy cummers up on the screen – I wouldn’t have been surprised if Troy had heard me from out there amongst the rubber delights of the store – as the guy whose c**k I was f*****g began to rub at the swollen head of my c**t.
We f****d like that, his fat c**k deep inside my body, his fingers busy at my clitty, rubbing at it with firm, circular motions which had my mind racing and the orgasm building up inside my d**k-massaged g-spot in no time at all.
I leaned fo
