She dismounted, leaving him pointing towards the ceiling, his balls aching, frustrated. “That’s my girl.” Darren whispered next to him, his voice tinged with pride as Sarah rocked herself on Gerry’s exploring tongue, covering his face in her juices. Anal sex I’m Darren by the way. Just fifteen minutes into his walk home, he was sure he’d spotted Gerry’s car in a side street. Gerry’s hand snaked down the girl’s back and rested on a firm, round buttock, and squeezed gently. “I think we better had.” Sarah replied, “Just in case.”
She turned to Paul as Darren picked up one of Gerry’s socks, poured some of the liquid from the bottle on to it, then covered Gerry’s mouth and nose. His hands working on the buttons and caressing her breasts. It usually knocks them out long enough for Darren to drive them to a park and sit them on a bench by the pond.
