Slutty sweetie gets pounded by couch
By the time dinner was over – we had fed each other mouthfuls of creamy alfredo, suggestive of what our night may hold – we were both bursting with lust and hungry for each other's bodies.
We left the restaurant and walked to the coach's house, just blocks away.
My legs were unsteady, and I could feel my juice starting to drip down my legs. I pulled him against a tree and took his hand, sliding it up my thigh to show him what he had done to me.
He looked around carefully and then squatted down in front of me, lifting my dress and licking my juice from my leg, reaching up to the top of my thigh with his expert tongue.
Feeling his breath so near my pussy drove me crazy, I looked down at him, as he stood, keeping a hand on my thigh, looking around again, and then sliding a finger deep in to me.