HIGHSCHOOL MATE HAD A CLOTHED QUICKIE IN PUBLIC (HIGHSCHOOL ROMANTIC SAGA) [Ebony]

The damp earth beneath me is cold, but her body heat is a furnace, scorching through her schoolgirl skirt. I can see the damp patch on her lacy white panties, a silent testament to her arousal. She’s straddling me, her uniform pressed tightly against my chest as she grinds down, the rough fabric of her skirt scratching against my jeans. Her breath hitches as she feels my hardness press against her pussy, the thin layer of cotton doing little to hide the intensity. She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear, whispering filthy nothings that make my cock throb. Her hands are everywhere, fumbling with my belt, desperate to free my throbbing dick. She needs it, and she needs it now.

The risk of getting caught adds a savage edge to her movements. She manages to unzip my pants, her small hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking it firmly. I can feel the pre-cum slicking the tip, making her grip easier. She lifts her skirt, pulling her panties to the side, exposing her glistening cunt. With a wicked grin, she lowers herself onto me, her tight pussy enveloping my cock in a scorching embrace. She rides me hard, her hips bucking wildly, the slapping of flesh against flesh echoing through the empty lot. Her moans are loud, unrestrained, a symphony of lust and desperation. She’s close, I can tell by the way her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock for all it’s worth. I grab her hips, thrusting up to meet her, matching her ferocity. We’re a tangled mess of uniform and desire, fucking recklessly in the open, lost in the raw, primal need to cum.