In public? What fucking magic this woman weaves. Normally, I'd not cum from a quick handjob in a million years.
This was very different though. Residual thoughts from last night and our time with Sarah this morning. Grace's sensual movement and sly looks. The sheer outrageousness of it.
So here we are. I'm about to come, in a café, into the hand of a woman I'd not known for 24 hours.
So close to the edge. I closed my eyes to focus but I just ... Couldn't. Quite. Get. There...
Not until she dug further into her bag of tricks. And leaned over to nibble my ear lobe, and her other had reached under my shirt to give my nipple a ferociously hard pinch.
Fuck.
That worked a treat. I came immediately, working hard to hold back my moans.
True to her word, she gathered my spunk up and licked it from her hand and fingers. People had to know. My face must have been beet red.
A glance down told me she missed some. It'll be a walk of shame when we go to leave.
All the while, her grin made it clear she loved it, and didn't care what others may have thought.
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Scottish Lust
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