As we drive, you try to make casual small-talk with me, but I seem unusually reserved for a hooker. The exaggerated sway of my ass with each step of my “fuck me” heels. The more you push your body on mine, the farther backwards I bend. I lay on the ground, sand in my hair, heart racing, eyes lazily half-lidded, and a white trail of your cum slowly dripping from my wide open pussy. I daintily step out of the car, briefly flashing my bare pussy as I do so. When we are both on our knees, I reach down and free your peinis from the fly of your pants and begin to stroke it. I lay on the ground, sand in my hair, heart racing, eyes lazily half-lidded, and a white trail of your cum slowly dripping from my wide open pussy. So, after forty five minutes of slow thrusts, you pick up the pace. My legs spread wide, bearing my hairless pussy to your throbbing manhood. You reach up and undo the one button keeping
