Bernice came stomping down the stairs shouting “is this her? As she strode closer it was clear that she hadn’t bothered to wipe the spunk from her body and there were tell tale dark patches where the dress was obviously sticking to her body. Blowjob sex That turned out to be the least of my worries. That’s the end of that story. “Need to cool down?” she asked. “What?” replied Bernice, her lips at the tip of my cock, hot saliva running down my shaft and around my balls. I slipped in easily, bucking forward and grinding our pubes together as leant forward and kissed her. “mmmm” she whimpered. It was Suzanne – my next door neighbour. It was Suzanne – my next door neighbour. We spent a little longer in the garden but the whole time I was acutely aware of her cleavage and the outline of her underwear.
