Riding Horses
Alexey
The stupid policeman I met some hours ago decided to drop an empty wooden crate of the trunk of a car that’s probably his, lane the careless man he is, interrupting us.
“It’s the policeman,” Irena informed, her voice sounding silky and provoking.
I touch her smooth silky skin, tilting her face back to mine.
“Ignore him and kiss me,” I ordered. Her green eyes darkened and she took my lips in hers, kissing them and nibbling on them lightly. She switched our positions again, making me sit, while she was in front of me. I’m so glad that I brought my Mustang, it was spacious enough for us to do what we want comfortably.
While kissing me, she started unbuckling my belt, and I impatiently helped her take my pants off, leaving me with just my briefs. She ma
