long legs, watching
the muscles flex as she ran off in the direction of the fair. Fuck me; I’ve never wanted a woman so badly! For fuck sake,
Cole, get a hold of yourself . He growled inwardly, and
readjusted the bulge in his pants.
By the time she returned to the car, Cole had
managed to gain some sort of control over his growing need to fuck
this girl, however, he wasn’t sure how long he could suppress his
urges.
“Here, put these on,” she ordered, as she
threw a Jack Daniels T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and converse
trainers at him.
“Where did you...” he stopped and grunted in
frustration. This whole no questions asked deal was harder than
he’d anticipated. However, he couldn’t deny it was strangely
exhilarating, not knowing what was going to happen next.
“Just put them on, I promise I won’t look.”
She winked before turning her back to him and pulled a compact
mirror out of her pocket to reapply her lipstick.
Cole noticed the tilt in her mirror as he
unbuttoned his shirt and rolled down his trousers. He remained
seated, half naked, wearing only his tight black briefs, allowing
Vicki that small moment to spy on him. To let the image of his
defined body imprint into her brain, confident in the fact that she
would like his body and the way his muscles popped. He gave her a
small glimpse of the tattoo carved across his chest, proving to her
that there was a rebel dying to break free from beneath the
expensive suits, shiny shoes and mundane life.
He was pretty sure he heard a quiet gasp
escape her lips, and he grinned to himself in triumph. He pulled on
the jeans, slipped on the converses, and pulled the T-shirt over
his head, messing up his hair in the process, and then walked into
the fairground with Vicki by his side.
Time flies when you are having fun, and as
the fun rolled, the electricity grew between them. They would find
any excuse to touch each other, those little glances at one
another, as their filthy minds thought wickedly sinful things. He
couldn’t hold it back any longer; the hunger to kiss her was too
powerful. So when the cart of the ghost train disappeared into the
darkness of the tunnel, he placed one hand on the side of her face,
forcing her head toward his, and pressed his lips down firmly on
hers.
She opened her mouth to let him in, and
entangled her fingers into his hair. He felt the heat rise between
them as she allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, caressing and
massaging it so passionately that he figuratively saw the fireworks
of lust burst all around them. She tasted like cherry from the
lollypop she had been sucking on only a few moments ago. Cole had
never seen anything so fucking provocative, as he’d observed her
devour that lolly, wishing that it was his cock she was wrapping
her lips around instead of that cherry stick.
They went on the Bumper cars, waltzer, and
they went in the love tunnel just for a laugh and they chuckled the
whole way round. They played their chances at winning a cuddly toy
or even a goldfish, which was somewhat entertaining, but that was
only the beginning. Cole and Vicki headed for the high-rise
rollercoaster, where Vicki made a point of sitting at the back of
the train. As the train climbed the steep slope, Vicki placed her
hand on Coles groin and began to rub against rough fabric of his
jeans. The warmth of her hand pressing against his semi hard penis
developed a flushing sensation to rest of his body, and he quickly
sucked in a breath.
His fingers curled firmly around the cold
steel of the cart’s safety bar, when he felt Vicki’s hand push past
the waist band of his jeans and underneath the elastic of his
briefs. She enveloped his now fully erect cock in her palm,
dragging his manhood out of its fabric prison, and began to milk
him just as the cart plummeted at a death-defying speed.
Cole gasped from the pleasurable feeling she
was creating and the tummy-churning thrill of the rollercoaster’s
sudden drop. His breathing
the muscles flex as she ran off in the direction of the fair. Fuck me; I’ve never wanted a woman so badly! For fuck sake,
Cole, get a hold of yourself . He growled inwardly, and
readjusted the bulge in his pants.
By the time she returned to the car, Cole had
managed to gain some sort of control over his growing need to fuck
this girl, however, he wasn’t sure how long he could suppress his
urges.
“Here, put these on,” she ordered, as she
threw a Jack Daniels T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and converse
trainers at him.
“Where did you...” he stopped and grunted in
frustration. This whole no questions asked deal was harder than
he’d anticipated. However, he couldn’t deny it was strangely
exhilarating, not knowing what was going to happen next.
“Just put them on, I promise I won’t look.”
She winked before turning her back to him and pulled a compact
mirror out of her pocket to reapply her lipstick.
Cole noticed the tilt in her mirror as he
unbuttoned his shirt and rolled down his trousers. He remained
seated, half naked, wearing only his tight black briefs, allowing
Vicki that small moment to spy on him. To let the image of his
defined body imprint into her brain, confident in the fact that she
would like his body and the way his muscles popped. He gave her a
small glimpse of the tattoo carved across his chest, proving to her
that there was a rebel dying to break free from beneath the
expensive suits, shiny shoes and mundane life.
He was pretty sure he heard a quiet gasp
escape her lips, and he grinned to himself in triumph. He pulled on
the jeans, slipped on the converses, and pulled the T-shirt over
his head, messing up his hair in the process, and then walked into
the fairground with Vicki by his side.
Time flies when you are having fun, and as
the fun rolled, the electricity grew between them. They would find
any excuse to touch each other, those little glances at one
another, as their filthy minds thought wickedly sinful things. He
couldn’t hold it back any longer; the hunger to kiss her was too
powerful. So when the cart of the ghost train disappeared into the
darkness of the tunnel, he placed one hand on the side of her face,
forcing her head toward his, and pressed his lips down firmly on
hers.
She opened her mouth to let him in, and
entangled her fingers into his hair. He felt the heat rise between
them as she allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, caressing and
massaging it so passionately that he figuratively saw the fireworks
of lust burst all around them. She tasted like cherry from the
lollypop she had been sucking on only a few moments ago. Cole had
never seen anything so fucking provocative, as he’d observed her
devour that lolly, wishing that it was his cock she was wrapping
her lips around instead of that cherry stick.
They went on the Bumper cars, waltzer, and
they went in the love tunnel just for a laugh and they chuckled the
whole way round. They played their chances at winning a cuddly toy
or even a goldfish, which was somewhat entertaining, but that was
only the beginning. Cole and Vicki headed for the high-rise
rollercoaster, where Vicki made a point of sitting at the back of
the train. As the train climbed the steep slope, Vicki placed her
hand on Coles groin and began to rub against rough fabric of his
jeans. The warmth of her hand pressing against his semi hard penis
developed a flushing sensation to rest of his body, and he quickly
sucked in a breath.
His fingers curled firmly around the cold
steel of the cart’s safety bar, when he felt Vicki’s hand push past
the waist band of his jeans and underneath the elastic of his
briefs. She enveloped his now fully erect cock in her palm,
dragging his manhood out of its fabric prison, and began to milk
him just as the cart plummeted at a death-defying speed.
Cole gasped from the pleasurable feeling she
was creating and the tummy-churning thrill of the rollercoaster’s
sudden drop. His breathing
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