While I drive, I pretend that we meet, just under the Sky Bridge at a Stony Island Hideaway. In a motel, we’d tease each other. With you a nine and me a six, I’d bob and bow whilst you eat my cream out, then bubbly, I’d need more, so I’d stick my ass out and say, “Would you care for a bounce?”
But, unfortunately, we’d fuck with such howls the police banging would come before me!
Following a good laugh, in the shower, you enter me for some more before the clock ticks four. Me with tits pressed tight to the shower glass, you behind my body arched, pushing and pushing thrusts against my hips, biting my shoulder, as you slip-slap your hips against ass, until my tension finally explodes and my passions can relax.
Joking we’d dry and get dressed to return to our lives separate but best friends.